My Char (Move your mouse to reveal the content) My Char (open) My Char (close) Name: Greg Farran Age: 22 Gender: M Appearance Magic: Magnetism Equipment: Lots of metal blades which he uses as weapons. A roll of metal wire for general use. A shield he wears on his back normally for protection. The shield and blades are radiation hardened. A pistol. Personality: Greg is a generally quiet and closed off person, he has trouble opening up about himself to others. He is kind hearted and enjoys helping others and is grateful for his power. He enjoys exploring and discovering new things and when he does it one of the few times he can be loud. New discoveries can also distract him easily and take up all his attention. It takes a lot to make him angry or sad and he dislikes making others angry or sad. Bio: Growing up Greg was a very bookish child. He loved to read and learn new things and he even enjoyed school for the most part. He had some troubles with other children due to his nature and was often alone with no friends. However he was never sad about that because he had the world of books to escape to and their other worlds he could immerse himself in. His parents were both researchers who were engrossed in their work and had little time to pay attention to him as well. During high school there was one person who he always seemed to notice. A girl, he wasn’t sure how old she was, who never cared about what people thought of her. She was almost like his opposite and there were times when he often wondered what it would be like to be like that. Truth be told he was a little afraid of her in his shyness but also admired her for what she could do. When the flare came his family was rushed off to a shelter to hide in. Thanks to his parent’s research the government considered them important enough to reserve them positions in one. He was safe throughout the destruction and emerged into an entirely new world. A barren waste that held little for the survivors. At first they struggled to survive, barely living of some poor crops and what they had stored in the shelter before the flare. However when people began to discover magic life began to get easier for them all. And Greg was changed by his. Now he had power like he had only read of. And he began to imagine himself as one of the heroes in his books, defending his settlement from the new dangers that tried to kill the survivors whenever they passed by. Though he was still the old Greg at heart he was more confident around people and felt more included, especially around the other rare mages like himself. It was an ordinary day in what the survivors called Base-1. When you have dozens of scientists in one place things got named very blandly, though at least the names told you what you needed to know on their own. There were about five hundred in the settlement which was quite large. Most of the original shelter had been converted to lab space for the scientists and mages to do their research in, trying to rebuild civilisation from the ground up. The settlements walls were ten metres high and made from packed earth and stone, courtesy of the Base-1’s earth mages. The eastern half was dominated by their farms and the western half by homes. In the centre was the well/lake, depending on how well the mages were doing in a week. Slightly north of the lake was the entrance to the lab and in the south was a small area reserved for sports of any kind though it was not often used. The settlement had two gates, one each to the north and south. Greg was sitting above the northern one on a chair he had brought up. He had been forced to drag it up as it was made of wood. Metal would have been easier but it got hot quickly in the wasteland sun. To the south the wasteland dominated the landscape, stretching on as far as the eye could see. However the north was broken up by hills, valleys and great fissures in the earth. To the northwest even stood the Forest of Bones. The trees within had been killed by the flare but the wood had absorbed the radiation and petrified. It was an oddly beautiful place to view from distance yet was one of the most dangerous places around Base-1. Greg had been reading a book on the birth of the universe written from a very scientific viewpoint. However a while ago his eye had been caught by movement on the horizon. He had initially feared an attack, but as the figure came closer he could recognise the very normal human movement of it. For the last five minutes he had been watching them come closer and closer, wondering where they had come from and why they were traveling alone.