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Yeah I'm interested

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Yeah I'm doing pretty good, you?

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Why couldn't you care less? Politics is important

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I've heard mixed things about the whole TPP to be honest

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So what does everyone think about the US leaving the TPP?

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

Ajit

Ajit squinted through his busted glasses as he fiddled with the Swiss Army Knife. He had been going at it for a while now, trying bring a few more of the features back from the dead. He had managed to free a small screwdriver from the clutches of age, but there was already a screwdriver free. A lot of wasted effort for something rather obsolete. However, Ajit continued. The fact that he had a crack in his glasses did not help is concentration, from his perspective a large blot in his vision. Nonetheless, he was still lucky to have the glasses. A remnant from the days when things were good.

Normally he would have made a little joke about the kids going to bed, and at the story of the knight that was told to them, but he was feeling quite exhausted, and besides, he was too wrapped up in his little repairing job. Nonetheless, he shot Daniel a quick smile, and then carried on. Ajit always did his best not to intimidate or frighten anyone in the Rochester crew. He had this sickly fear in the back of his mind that if he did, they would turn on him and cast him out. And what on earth would he do from there? Join the cannibals? Hell no. Ajit could not bear the thought. It was easy to come off as cordial and friendly, at least for him.

Suddenly, a breakthrough. A can opener came lose. Now that was a good thing. "We have a can opener!" He whispered in a louder tone, attempting not to wake the children while grinning happily.

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

Awesome

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

Ajit

(obviously a lot more rugged looking than the photo)

Name: Ajit Joshi

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: The picture above is what Ajit would look like if there had not been an apocalypse a few hundred years before his birth. His hair is a lot messier and the glasses that he wears, are not modern and neat, they are dusted, slightly cracked and held together with a horrendously dirty layer of tape. He does typically tend to wear shirts, as opposed to t-shirts, but this is just a matter of convenience, as they are the item of clothing most people seem to leave behind.

Personality:Despite the obviously bleak circumstances, Ajit seems to have an air of optimism. Indeed, he will go as far to make jokes about the situation he is in, which a lot of other people would not do. It was probably just how he was raised. But past this, he isn't the bravest soul on the planet. He'll try his best when confronted, but will usually take the easy way out, the cowardice's way - running. It is one of his great shames in life, this cowardice nature, as what happened due to it a while ago always fills him with a deep sense of regret and sorrow. He fully blames himself for what happened, and therefore is sheepish and shy when talking about what happened in the past.

Short Bio: Ajit grew up in a grotty run down large residential house somewhere around Batavia. He doesn't know exactly where. Then again, who knows exactly where anything is. He was raised by his parents, and their extended family. Ajit did once ask his parents what happened before he was born, but they seemed off and distant. He had 3 siblings, who were all older than him - Ajit was the last child born into what was nicknamed the Joshi Ranch. His family grew whatever food they could out of the grounds and garden of the old house. They also hunted deer and other animals from the nearby woods. Although in a non apocalyptic world it would have been considered an unfortunate way of life, the lives that the Joshis lead were comparatively luxurious compared to what most people in the area and at the time would have been living. Hell, they even managed to find some glasses in the run down house, albeit a bit small, slightly broken and dirty.

Ajit was raised with the necessary skills to survive. From his family he learned to sharpen sticks into spears and then hunt with them, how to make an effective shelter and how to find food when completely lost. When he was 9, he was already helping his family around the farm and in the hunting effort. As aforementioned, it was a simple existence, yet a sustainable one. They had enough food to last for a damn good while. And yet, they could grow more. In truth, I'm only really bigging up what he had before so I can make the next part more devastating.

They came suddenly in the night, out of the forest. Cannibals. A whole pack, like a herd of wild dogs. They brought flames. Torches. They set fire to the house and everything around it. When Ajit's family came running out, they were ambushed. They all fought against the human beasts, all except one. Ajit. He saw an opening and took it, sprinting out off into the forest, only a small rucksack of equipment with him. He decided to hed for what he hoped was the nearest city. He ended up on the outskirts of Rochester, where he lingered for a few months. Eventually he journeyed into the city, which led him to the Riches Crew
Weapons:
-Small kitchen knife
-Small crowbar
Equipment:
-LED Torch
-Box of stale bread
-A few cans of soup
-Swiss Army Knife where half of the features are broken or stuck

Other He speaks with a slight Indian-esque accent, as he was only raised by people of a similar ethnicity

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

(obviously a lot more rugged looking than the photo)

Name: Ajit Joshi

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: The picture above is what Ajit would look like if there had not been an apocalypse a few hundred years before his birth. His hair is a lot messier and the glasses that he wears, are not modern and neat, they are dusted, slightly cracked and held together with a horrendously dirty layer of tape. He does typically tend to wear shirts, as opposed to t-shirts, but this is just a matter of convenience, as they are the item of clothing most people seem to leave behind.

Personality:Despite the obviously bleak circumstances, Ajit seems to have an air of optimism. Indeed, he will go as far to make jokes about the situation he is in, which a lot of other people would not do. It was probably just how he was raised. But past this, he isn't the bravest soul on the planet. He'll try his best when confronted, but will usually take the easy way out, the cowardice's way - running. It is one of his great shames in life, this cowardice nature, as what happened due to it a while ago always fills him with a deep sense of regret and sorrow. He fully blames himself for what happened, and therefore is sheepish and shy when talking about what happened in the past.

Short Bio: Ajit grew up in a grotty run down large residential house somewhere around Batavia. He doesn't know exactly where. Then again, who knows exactly where anything is. He was raised by his parents, and their extended family. Ajit did once ask his parents what happened before he was born, but they seemed off and distant. He had 3 siblings, who were all older than him - Ajit was the last child born into what was nicknamed the Joshi Ranch. His family grew whatever food they could out of the grounds and garden of the old house. They also hunted deer and other animals from the nearby woods. Although in a non apocalyptic world it would have been considered an unfortunate way of life, the lives that the Joshis lead were comparatively luxurious compared to what most people in the area and at the time would have been living. Hell, they even managed to find some glasses in the run down house, albeit a bit small, slightly broken and dirty.

Ajit was raised with the necessary skills to survive. From his family he learned to sharpen sticks into spears and then hunt with them, how to make an effective shelter and how to find food when completely lost. When he was 9, he was already helping his family around the farm and in the hunting effort. As aforementioned, it was a simple existence, yet a sustainable one. They had enough food to last for a damn good while. And yet, they could grow more. In truth, I'm only really bigging up what he had before so I can make the next part more devastating.

They came suddenly in the night, out of the forest. Cannibals. A whole pack, like a herd of wild dogs. They brought flames. Torches. They set fire to the house and everything around it. When Ajit's family came running out, they were ambushed. They all fought against the human beasts, all except one. Ajit. He saw an opening and took it, sprinting out off into the forest, only a small rucksack of equipment with him. He decided to hed for what he hoped was the nearest city. He ended up on the outskirts of Rochester, where he lingered for a few months. Eventually he journeyed into the city, which led him to the Riches Crew
Weapons:
-Small kitchen knife
-Small crowbar
Equipment:
-LED Torch
-Box of stale bread
-A few cans of soup
-Swiss Army Knife where half of the features are broken or stuck

Other He speaks with a slight Indian-esque accent, as he was only raised by people of a similar ethnicity

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

I'm kinda interested, I may make a CS