Post by Trent on Nov 12, 2003 22:34:03 GMT -5
Name: Trent Weekes
Age: 18
Race: human
Alignment: Republic
Occupation: Writer, Activist, and Pilot
Weapon: pistol
Stats: intelligence: 175
strength : 125
charisma: 150
spirit: 100
defense: 175
endurance: 175
speed: 150
powers:n/a
appearance: Shaggy hair, scruffy look about him, usually wears baggy cargos and other loose fitting clothing, and has a strong, well toned frame.
Personality: Easy going, but dedicated to his cause, other wise fairly passive, can usually be found in local pubs cheering on Manchester United (that is if they’re still a team this far into the future...).
story: Trent was a pilot in the national army, but ended his serves early. Taking up the pen instead he became a writer. At first his stories were the kind allowed by the government, ones that glorified the system, but then, at the age of 18 Trent disappeared, only to reappear several months later and this time his stories took a completely different turn.
Now his tales were ones that showed the folly of the social system, and glorified this new, age old idea of a republic, where the government is little to nothing in decisions and the power is divided amongst many instead of a select few.
The government tried to silence him, making it illegal to purchase his stories, so now no shops would carry him. Still though, his manuscripts found their way to the public, suddenly being dropped onto side walks, free for the taking.
Now to be found with a manuscript under his name is a penalty worth up to a year in prison, and the government is still searching for this writer, hopeing to silence him.
Age: 18
Race: human
Alignment: Republic
Occupation: Writer, Activist, and Pilot
Weapon: pistol
Stats: intelligence: 175
strength : 125
charisma: 150
spirit: 100
defense: 175
endurance: 175
speed: 150
powers:n/a
appearance: Shaggy hair, scruffy look about him, usually wears baggy cargos and other loose fitting clothing, and has a strong, well toned frame.
Personality: Easy going, but dedicated to his cause, other wise fairly passive, can usually be found in local pubs cheering on Manchester United (that is if they’re still a team this far into the future...).
story: Trent was a pilot in the national army, but ended his serves early. Taking up the pen instead he became a writer. At first his stories were the kind allowed by the government, ones that glorified the system, but then, at the age of 18 Trent disappeared, only to reappear several months later and this time his stories took a completely different turn.
Now his tales were ones that showed the folly of the social system, and glorified this new, age old idea of a republic, where the government is little to nothing in decisions and the power is divided amongst many instead of a select few.
The government tried to silence him, making it illegal to purchase his stories, so now no shops would carry him. Still though, his manuscripts found their way to the public, suddenly being dropped onto side walks, free for the taking.
Now to be found with a manuscript under his name is a penalty worth up to a year in prison, and the government is still searching for this writer, hopeing to silence him.
