Well, this looks promising, I managed to write 3 quarters of a page full of story just awnsering the childhood questions.
INTROMy given name is Howard Hope, I call myself Aldaris. If you are reading this then we either won or something has gone terribly wrong.
Before I start properly, I do not regret what I have done, I merely regret that it was necessary.
I was born in 1984, the day the Sadanista Front won the elections in Nicaragua, my parents were so nice to give me an alliterative name that was also hopelessly naïve. It gave me a hate for being laughed at. This often led to frustration, which ended in me doing things my parents didn't want me to, I suspect the reason behind that was that I did them. Those resulted in my father giving me endless monotonous lectures, ignoring any arguments or reasons with stonewalling so thick you could break bulldozers on it.
Later, at elementary school, I was the class clown, always making a joke out of almost anything people said, and turning the words of anyone I didn't like into things that damaged them badly. There was a reason I never got sent out of class; the teachers were to scared of me twisting their words in a way that would get them fired. I sometimes used that skill to turn a few bullies into bullied, this left me with a number of friends, which I almost lost to the endless stupidities of my father.
Then I turned ten and a few careful manipulations lit the fuse leading to the gunpowder that was my parents' marriage, with mostly predictable results, except that they wanted to do even that perfectly, leading to me breaking a leg when I tripped over a stack of paperwork at the top of the stairs. The time I spent unable to go anywhere I picked up a thing or two about law, and saw it as just another tool for manipulation.
Then came high school, along with an obsession with swords and weights. I was still influential, but now ever more out of fear and disgust instead of thanks. People started shunning me even more. My options were religious counseling or becoming a teacher's assistant, that choice was quickly made, and I ended up in front of a classroom, it made me a target, but I learned a number of lessons on how not to manipulate people. Which I promptly used in herding together my own group of outcasts to control.
Then I turned fifteen and ran away, my mum had become almost as bad as my father used to be before the divorce, the time after that was a blur, but I remember half-heartedly volunteering for a left-wing candidate.
On my eighteenth birthday I celebrated after saving a thousand dollars, I don't remember much between then and last year, when I had an eye opener when I realised all the people that had haunted me had always been conservative, and liberalism was basicly everything I stood for. I've been preparing since, writing up a manifesto and setting up a reputation. Now I am ready, the conservatives won the presidential elections, the country is turning insane, and I'm going to do what I can to reverse that. Whatever the cost.
First Steps][Broccoli Garden, Vegan Co-op.][
Well, here it goes, my first recruiting drive for a true cause, the plan: Walk in, capitalize on the already convinced hippies, set up nightly talks, get them into the squad, and set them to earning money and getting in more recruits.
It was remarkable how easy it was to recognise liberals, and even more so how easy it was to get them to go to the talks, this looked promising.
I got what feels like a dozen to show up, I spent the rest of the week causing disturbances down town and talking. Several signed up, all of those ready to die for the cause if needed, I'm surprised at the fanaticism.
One of the recruits, a hippie who had a knack with music and was as good as he was going to get at theft, approached me and said he wanted to rename himself to leafsnail. I made a silent guess at the leaf of which plant after remembering how much he smoked, as for the snail, he said he wasn't sure himself, but that it sounded right. He may have a point. After all, my own name has some rather conservative origins, but I decided to keep it after I found out it was also a brand of beer. But anyway, here's a brief summary of his good and bad sides.
Given name: Jeremy Duffield (Duff beer, am I sensing a running gag?)
Heart: 15
Intel: 5
Wisd: 3
Health: 10
Agil: 3
Strngth: 1
Char: 5
Skills: Current/Max, no decimals.
Music: 5/15
Theft: 3/3
Throwing 2/3 (Dwarven, that.)
Security 2/4
Science: 2/5
Driving: 1/3
Art: 1/15
I'm going to order him to cause some chaos to get him some juice.
Other than him, I recruited:
- Peter Stone, a charismatic fighter, specialising in rifles (3/7), computers (3/5), and art (2/10). He also has 1 in knife, shotgun, security, music and dodge. I was going to order him to sell brownies to get some street sense, but he said he could also steal credit card numbers, which we agreed would be more productive.
-Ali Pomper, Charismatic, smart. Specialises in tailoring (4/5) and Stealth (4/4), he also has some art, persuasion, seduction, and street sense, making him a good al-round recruiter once he gets some juice. We gave him spraypaint and order to be creative. (((Leafsnail, if you want to switch to this guy, I'll edit the post.)))
-Claude Obama, agile, healthy, good in seduction (3 /4) and not much else. Recruition by bedroom.
EDIT: Obama has already struck and recruited a sleeper lawyer!
-Taylor Cook, Fanatic and healthy, good at teaching (6/6), is also capable of art (3/13), wielding a knife (2/4) and disguising himself (2/6). He's on brownie duty.
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