>>6348233Beacon isn’t easy. Men brawl over petty misdeeds. Children form street gangs and shiv eachother in the dark corners of the alleys. Some of the very old or
sick still freeze in their beds at night, never to wake again. Beggars grab the arm of every passing worker, desperate for warmth or Heatstamps to buy scraps of food and water rations. As far as you’re aware, the recently-formed Council hasn’t come to a consensus on pretty much anything yet, and plenty of average folks think they’re ineffective, a risky idea at best. Some yearn for the days of the Captain, not trusting this new “Steward” woman to guide the people forward in the right way.
Where do you fit into Beacon? Who are you, really?
>I’m a nineteen-year old man. I can choose, given the means, to pursue my own station in life. (Easier)>I’m a nineteen-year old woman. My lot in life isn’t entirely my own choice, and I have less opportunities easily accessible. (Harder)Additionally, you have:
>A strong, unbreakable spirit. (Tenacious, Stubborn)>Close ties in my local circle.(Social, Easily-Pressured)
>A solid base of knowledge.(Booksmart, Sheltered)
>A mischievous streak.(Lucky, Thrillseeking)
Inform the world of your name, as well.
