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Jade
Legacy Name: Jade


The Darkmatter Mahar
Owner: Selene

Age: 17 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: February 3rd, 2007

Adopted: 9 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 8th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


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My grandparents lived before the war hit. I don’t know how it was like before all of this carnage, all of this fallout, all of this disaster - to me, this was completely normal, and I never knew anything other than living in the crumbled remains of society. However, my grandparents told me stories about “what was before.”
Back in those days, the world was in constant communication with each other; you could pick up a phone, and dial a number that would contact you to someone halfway around the world. Alternatively, you could get a ride on a plane, and cover the distance of thousands of miles in a mere few hours. Cultures clashed, sure, but it was an era when the world was constantly sharing new ideas, beliefs, and stories. It was something that, until then, history hadn’t seen on such a massive scale. Not only that, but people were shot into outer space! Technology also allowed us to see faraway galaxies and stars millions and millions of miles away. In those days, the world was a tiny dot in a massive universe, and an incomprehensible plethora of knowledge was at the call and beckon of a person’s fingertips.

But despite that knowledge, despite the cultural exchange, humanity couldn’t keep up with the progress we made. It’s such an alien thought to me; people had so much knowledge, but they often preferred ignorance. The “beginning of the end,” so to speak, probably began long before, but in no time, the reality of the world was upon everyone. The environment was suffering; droughts, flooding, and violent storms were seen in numbers and velocities that were unheard of. Disease ran rampant; before then, people were against vaccination due to faulty information and lies, and the consequences of their decisions resulted in outbreaks that fatalities that weren’t seen before modern medicine. The world was in disarray, and the panic, starvation, and disease quickly turned people more and more bitter, and tensions rose between nations with awesome power.

And the world quacked with the might and, within the span of a few weeks, the world was changed forever. My grandparents wouldn’t go into too much detail about those days, other than society had, in truth, crumbled upon itself - and the order that was previous there fell with it, and the lives of so many people were cut short before their time. My grandparents were able to survive, but just barely; my grandfather was a doctor, and my grandmother was a scientist, so they were able to secure themselves with some gangs to be medical professionals, or something like that, initially. That’s what I got got out of the bits and pieces of the stories they told me, anyways; eventually they were able to leave those groups, however, and they started to help with the foundation and growth of Fairview.

My grandparents later passed their knowledge the best they could onto my father. My father followed in their footsteps, and in time, he later met and married my mother - a self-proclaimed “spelunker,” though that’s just a fancy and more polite way of saying that my mother was a scavenger, plunking at the bones of a dead society. Not that is a bad thing, of course; I do the exact same thing. I lack the same technical experience as my mom, though; I never met my grandparents on my mom’s side, but her and her family became very well-to-do scavengers. They salvaged a lot of stuff from old buildings, junkyards, landfills, and they were able to figure out pretty quickly what they could fix, what they could use for scrap, and what they could use to make something knew. Like my father’s parents, my mom’s parents had their own speciality - my grandmother was a engineer and a bit of a greasemonkey, and my grandfather was pretty well versed in computers. My mom and her brothers took quite a bit between them, and my mom was pretty handy with a gun, too.
Unfortunately, despite my mom’s best attempts, I wasn’t really able to grasp what she tried to teach me… atleast, not to the extent that she could. I can do small repairs, mostly on stuff like guns, but my mom would pretty much design and build something herself, assuming she had all of the parts to do it - she could pull a miracle with machines, and I’m sure that if society was how it used to be, my mom could be working on some world-famous project.
I also wouldn’t say I’m quite as proficient with a gun as she was, though I wouldn’t say I’m a bad shot, either. Arguably, however, I’ve had a much better childhood than she did, and while the risk of raiders is everywhere, I’ve always lived within the walls of Fairview.

I often find myself wondering what kind of world this place used to be, before. Civilization, as it was, is dead. Only pockets of society still persevere, and even less do so with any humanity left to themselves. A lot of people end up turning to raiding; it’s easier to take stuff from other people than raise it yourself, and if they die, at least it’s usually a gunshot to the head and not from an empty belly. In my head, I know that this world is shit. I know I’ll probably die before I’m forty-five, probably from some filthy disease or someone killing me for my stuff. And I know that, if I ever have children, statistically half of them will die before they reach adulthood, often from some sickness that was preventable in my grandparent’s time. I know this, and yet, I don’t understand. This is all I’ve known in life, and the only realities I’ve seen.

And I desperately want to change that.

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