January 1st 2033

12:05AM

Garost

Lv. 1

Health: 130/130

Action Points: 160/160

Rads: 0

Carry Capacity: 9/300

SPECIAL

Str. 10

Per. 8

End. 3

Cha. 2

Int. 8

Agi. 10

Luck. 5

Inventory

Weapons

Pipe Pistol

Rusted Short-Sword

(2) Firebombs

Apparel

Clean Jumpsuit

Ragged Fingerless Gloves

Ammo

(50) .32 Rounds

"Mmm…" He hummed, his gaze set as his user interface. The pip-boy RobCo Edition… a hassle but apparently a useful commodity in the fictional past of this fictional world, to think that even the UI has lore. He flipped through a variety of things, completing the simple tutorial in just five minutes and eager to get out into the world. He was no stranger to MMORPGs.

Crackle

The sound of gravel behind him shifting, he reacted quickly but did not draw his weapon – it would serve no purpose as this area was not a Player Vs. Player area.

He turned his ice-cold and brain freezing gaze towards a girl the same age as him. "Keira." He stated bluntly, surprised that she had already managed to find him, not that the starting area was an endless expanse filled with loot and experience or anything.

"Gabriel," She returned his greeting and her stare was the same as his. One might almost think they were twins… oh wait. Yeah, they're twins.

He sent her a friend request, her username was simply: Rakei. She was playing as a female with white hair and ice-blue eyes. In a word, her avatar was based on her real world appearance. She was armed with the same starting gear as him and the two of them stood there for a few moments.

Garost, or simply Gabriel slowly turned his gaze away from her to stare at the horizon for a few moments. He gets it from his father. "Player freedom… they weren't joking." He murmured and Rakei wrapped her arms around his dominant arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Fwhip.

"Niichaaan! Not fair!" Rakei pouted.

In a blur of motion, he disappeared from her grasp and was next seen walking towards the horizon. In search of a quest-giver.

He did not reply.