Name: John Foret
Age: 23
Appearance: About 5' 8" 150 lbs. Short brown hair with green eyes with yellow rings near the center. Wearing a black t-shirt with an unbuttoned dress shirt overtop and blue jeans as well as a pair of aluminum rimmed glasses, a silver chain necklace and a cheap pair of shoes.
Backstory: Managed to get a job as a janitor at the park a few weeks before the war broke out, a favor from my uncle who managed the rides.
Was fired from previous job because of "irreconcilable differences" with various employees. The diffences being related to my love of hunting and her love of PETA. Turns out that telling people to fuck off when they act as if you're some kind of monster because you eat meat earns you a few dirty looks.
The day of war I was in the manager's office being chewed out because I forgot to lock up his office after cleaning it the day before. Followed his fat ass down to the vault. Probably should thank him if he's still alive.
Contents of Pockets: Normally I'd empty my pockets before the work day began, but I didn't even have time to do that when the bombs started dropping. Had about a hundred bucks, some gum, my employee pass, a new pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and half a bag of corn-nuts. Also had a cheap folding pocket knife a few inches long, but the damn thing will probably break the first time I use it.
Favorite Disney Memory: Hell the only thing that made my job tolerable is the memories I had coming here as a kid. My uncle would bring me to work with him and I spend the day helping him make sure the park was running properly. I mostly helped by playing with one of the guest's children while he talked to the employees.
SPECIAL
S:6
P:7
E:8
C:3
I:5
A:7
L:4
Traits:
Skilled - Gain 5 points to every skill, but gain 10% less experience.
Age: 23
Appearance: About 5' 8" 150 lbs. Short brown hair with green eyes with yellow rings near the center. Wearing a black t-shirt with an unbuttoned dress shirt overtop and blue jeans as well as a pair of aluminum rimmed glasses, a silver chain necklace and a cheap pair of shoes.
Backstory: Managed to get a job as a janitor at the park a few weeks before the war broke out, a favor from my uncle who managed the rides.
Was fired from previous job because of "irreconcilable differences" with various employees. The diffences being related to my love of hunting and her love of PETA. Turns out that telling people to fuck off when they act as if you're some kind of monster because you eat meat earns you a few dirty looks.
The day of war I was in the manager's office being chewed out because I forgot to lock up his office after cleaning it the day before. Followed his fat ass down to the vault. Probably should thank him if he's still alive.
Contents of Pockets: Normally I'd empty my pockets before the work day began, but I didn't even have time to do that when the bombs started dropping. Had about a hundred bucks, some gum, my employee pass, a new pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and half a bag of corn-nuts. Also had a cheap folding pocket knife a few inches long, but the damn thing will probably break the first time I use it.
Favorite Disney Memory: Hell the only thing that made my job tolerable is the memories I had coming here as a kid. My uncle would bring me to work with him and I spend the day helping him make sure the park was running properly. I mostly helped by playing with one of the guest's children while he talked to the employees.
SPECIAL
S:6
P:7
E:8
C:3
I:5
A:7
L:4
Traits:
Skilled - Gain 5 points to every skill, but gain 10% less experience.
