Name:
Tristan Locastro
Appearance:
Age:
30
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Software Engineer
Hobbies:
Software, game, and web developing – basically, he loves computers. He is also an apt, self-taught electrician. He isn't certified and certainly isn't a master, but anything is better than nothing, is it not?
Values:
Logic, order, and fairness are the most important things to him. Without logic, order will never be achieved; without order, civilization will crumble into chaos. And of course, what is the point of having society at all if that society isn't fair to its population?
Goal:
Get a solar powered (or similar) power grid operational, and for it to reliably work with minimal issues. Additionally, he would love to get a republic going – it is foolish to let the gullible, unintelligent masses vote directly on important matters, and it is suicide to trust a single person with total control. A group of trustworthy, competent men (or women) voted into power by the masses, however, is good.
Associated NPCs:
N/A
History:
Tristan is a man who doesn't always voice his opinion; if he doesn't have an adequate understanding on the subject, or simply has nothing of note to add, then he won't. When he does weigh in, however, he is logical, and thinks through what he says carefully. His strong sense of logic is probably what led him to become a software engineer. He was in the office working as usual, when suddenly his life flipped upside down: everyone in the office was dead, and when he got home, so was his family. Well, until they got back up and tried to eat him, that is. Fortunately, his wife went for the dog first (poor thing), allowing him time to grab the gun from his safe and escape. He decided it'd be a good idea to go somewhere relatively remote – less people, less dead bodies trying to eat his brain. He joined a group of refugees and, well, here they are.
