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Fredrick Jones [+]

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Fredrick Jones

Professor

POKEMON!

Fredric stands around 5'11 and weighs roughly 160lbs. He is pretty leans and tries to keep himself in good shape. He isn't the most intimidating of people.

|47|Male|

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Personality

|Intelligent| |Vindictive| |Compassionate| |Deceitful| |Ambitious| |Dogmatic|

To the less fortunate he comes off as generous and compassionate. He genuinely cares about the well-being of others and takes measures to help others. He finds a disdain for the upper echelon that he was born into. The disdain for the upper class and care for the lower class had led to many of his decisions.Found the local terrorist. Fredrick prefers to stick to business in most manners of life. He is a little uptight but at the end of the day, he is just as tired of the stress of this world as anyone. He has cultivated a healthy amount of skepticism from what he has witnessed and what he has caused. He is a bit of a risk-taker, although he does try to either tip things in his favor or mitigate the risks. He believes that change to the system is what is deeply needed and if he needs to roll a few dozen more heads he will.Getting new Joker vibes

One of his softer spots is his son, Tarak. Tarak has seen many sides of him and in some ways taught him how to be more fatherly and has tempered his view slightly now that he has something to lose.

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|Motivations|

• The School Children: He believes that children have to be protected and taken care of. Fredrick believes society has failed them so he won't.
• Reorganization: He believes the entire Government is in desperate need of restructuring to hold individuals responsible. And He will expose anyone to make it happen
• Justice for the Meek: Fredrick has seen the lower class be taken advantage of his entire life. He knows that as someone born into the higher class he needs to be a voice for their protection and justice for them.Exhibit A

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History

Fredrick Jones was Brought up in the prestigious Jones family. The Jones family dates back to the beginning of the viral outbreak where Fredrick's great grandfather, Wyatt Jones, was a well-regarded researcher, philosopher, and professor. Wyatt was 43 years of age when the virus broke out. He and his wife, Madeline Jones, were able to survive the beginning of the apocalypse. How They survived wasn't shared with Fredrick but if he had to assume it had to do with other stories of him being an "accomplished" hunter judging by the ivory Grandpa killed off the last rhino.that still adorns his old study. Wyatt's more significant contribution to this new society was that he worked as a council member. He represented the Keepers and was the dean of the school that had brought up. Madeline oversaw the library and together they had a powerful grasp on education. Together they pushed the idea that an educated workforce was the key to humanity's survival and eventually prosperity. Their impact is still visible as most of the society is still literate and has some form of education.

Shortly after becoming a council member, Wyatt and Madeline gave birth to their first child, Marco Jones. Marco Jones more continued his father's legacy including having his own stint on the council. His time as a council member came as people were looking for a different leader for the keepers as the one that succeeded Wyatt turned out to be corrupt and have some shady ties with the underhanded type. Marco would turn out to be a much more effective leader and his natural charisma led to an out of nowhere upset and put the Jones family back in power. But Marco saw this overwhelming positive public consensus in the Jones family and create a lasting desire to see the Jones on the council. To do this Marco pushed for strong policies that directly benefited both the Keepers and Wakers. He knew that if he could make the life of Wakers better then when their children get educated they would grow into adults that in general favored these policies. To make sure of this he helped groom his younger sister, Amber Jones, to be a tactful politician. When he was getting older he did his best to rally support for his sister and was able to narrowly get the seat. Marco retired to being the dean of the school, personally helping out families that he could out of his own self-interests and his genuine preference to help out. At the same time, he had started to raise his son to be the next leader in the Jones family line.

Amber Jones was a filler in some ways but she essentially came out with policies that help maintain the comfort that people had and did her best to not mess it up. Because she couldn't do certain actions like her brother instead she tried to create herself as a decisive vote that wouldn't vote for things that hurt the Keepers or Wakers. Her impact on society as a whole wasn't too much but what she did do is help solidify further that the Jones were sensible leaders and to be trusted.

Marco had raised his son, Phill Jones, to be a powerful politician. Phill's life was as luxurious as you could imagine for the time. Most wouldn't raise a hand to him out of fear that his family held. Phill was not a bad child, he was just average. He was easily coerced into doing things against the standard morals that his father tried to instill in him. He was by all manners a poor candidate to be a council member but the public support for the Jones made it possible for even someone like him to win. Since he was trained from a young age his ability to invigorate a crowd and control conversation led to him being very effective in dealings. But the life that was promised to him by his late father was anything but. His control wasn't absolute, his power was limited and he would have rather been in control of the people with guns. He became greedy classicand started to use his power to gather personal wealth. If it stopped there it would have been forgivable but he went further and started to get involved with some of the true underbelly that the society had fostered. Fredrick was around 5 when his father started down this path

Fredrick was born from his father, Phill Jones, and his mother, Melisa Jones. Fredrick's life was much like his father's until he saw some things happen in his father's study. He had just gotten home from playing soccer with some of the boys in the lower district, mother would always have him play with the boys in the lower district. Fredrick was heading to his father's study to let him know that he had scored twice in the last game as he stopped before entering. He heard men he wasn't used to. Franklin thought they may have been some of father's constituents so he quickly changed clothes to present himself properly, Father always loved when Fredrick would make a good showing for his guest. Fredrick opened the door to see some men in dirty clothing and carrying beat-up bags. On his father's desk he some knives and more frighting, guns.

Fredrick was confused at first. He knew we were not supposed to have guns. That confusion was quickly replaced by fear as he looked at his father, he was furious. He pretended to be calm and asked Fredrick to go wait in his room. Fredrick did and hoped it was all in his head but secretly he knew that what he saw in his father was rage. Soon His father opened up Fredricks door and walked over to him with a beat red face carrying his belt. Fredrick tried to apologize but his father already made up his mind. He beat Fredric with the buckle side of the belt until his father had tired.Was wondering where the child abuse would be. Fredrick was crying and in pain, cuts and lacerations marred his chest and arms where Fredrick took most of the beating. His father left the room after that looking calmer as he could hear another set of footsteps heading towards him. It was his mother.

His mother entered the room with a sullen face. She was carrying some bandages and ointment with her. As she sat next to Fredrick, she immediately told him he wasn't allowed to tell the other kids about what happened. He tried to speak up about the guns but mother squeezed his arm where one of the more nastier cuts was. He knew that he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about this any longer or he might not be long for this world.

In the weeks after the event, Fredrick's father had more men over and Fredrick would start going to his room to hide. He would always take books from their personal library to pass the time. Sometimes his mother would let him know if it was alright for him to come out other times his father would come beat him again for seemingly no reason. All Fredrick learned was that if the men didn't give his father what he wanted, his father would take it out on Fredrick or his mother. This pattern of abuse became constant and by age 7 he stopped crying over it. Fredrick would snoop into his father's study whenever he was out on business to help him understand what his father's dealings were. From what he gleaned from his father's short-held records was that he liked things he could normally not have. He would deal with private gatherers to go out into the ruins and procure items for him in exchange for money or favors. Fredrick couldn't understand why any of these items were important for him. All he knew is that he didn't think any of it was worth it.

Fredrick's disdain for his father only grew as the years went on. His father turned out to be a man that would be more suited as zombie bait than as a council member. His father's boldness only grew over the years, partaking in drugs, precious materials, embezzling, and all sorts of illegal trade. He was in the pocket of the underbelly for the right price. Fredrick started to change as well. His father had started to lecture him on how to become a successful man and one day join the council. Fredrick felt pings of hatred after each lesson, knowing that his father was an ignoble pig who would put his own desires over others. A council member is a servant for the people is what his father would preach as he would then admire his stolen wealth. Just want to clarify, his father is not the council member correct? I already have NPCs in mind for this role. Im fine with him being a politician.

A few years into his teenage years, Fredrick had noticed his father was starting to invite unknown women to his study. He could already tell what was going on but what he couldn't see was that act was the last straw for her. That night she confronted father and a loud argument could be heard. He beat her badly that night to the point Fredrick needed to make a splint for her. Fredrick didn't love his mother but he finally could understand her. She had fallen in love with the image father put forward to the public and was trapped with him now. Her keeping Fredrick silent was all she could do in her mind. Fredrick pitied his mother and learned to forgive her for her weakness. They had a cry together about the situation and Fredrick thought that would be the end of it but mother seemed to have a new level of resolve to her. For the first time in 9 years, she held Fredrick and said everything is going to be okay. This resolve her mother showed and the tender care she showed sticks with him to this day.

It seemed her resolve could go so far as she vanished the next day. It was obvious to Fredrick that his father had something to do with it. At first, he thought she told her to leave or she would be killed. As he wondered the house in his father's absence he noticed some blood on the corner of the fireiron. Fredrick gripped it tightly as he felt his chest swell with hate. He couldn't believe his father would go as far as to murder his own wife. Fredrick stood up calmly and steeled himself. He would need to expose his father to get justice for his mother and for all those he has hurt for his own pleasure.

In all honestly, it wasn't hard to gather the evidence, Fredrick has been playing the good child for years at this point and he even knew his father's combinations for his vault. The biggest part of Fredrick's preparation was making the drug to murder his father when he inevitably drinks as he panics and looks for Fredrick to beat. The plan took 6 months to properly execute, he spent most of it trying to get a good connection to help expose his father. When the plan started to fall together his father started to panic as details about his crime circulated to the common people along with the elites. Fredrick spent time in the ruins hiding and waiting for his father's death. Returning 3 days later to find his father dead. He reported it and his supposed good name died with him. Many people openly let Fredrick how much they hated his father now that it was okay to speak about it. There was some goodwill left for the Jones family because of his grand-aunt Melisa. Melisa offered to move in to help take care of Fredrick but Fredrick assured her he would be okay.

The next few years were rough, constant harassment was normal and whenever he offered another person help they would remind him of his father. Fredrick did whatever he could to distance himself from his father. He finally got his education and started teaching. Being a servant eventually built some goodwill back and he could go about his normal day teaching others as he wanted.

But these relaxed days were limited because people needed more things. Fredrick's father's actions had hampered the current council member for the Keepers. She was having a hard time getting her decisions heard and there was a general mistrust of the higher-ups for keepers. Poorer families suffered even after his father's death. Fredrick didn't despair though. No, he instead went to become a rogue. He would use what he could to give back to the families of the kids he was teaching. He was a rogue for 6 years before something else happened. I am fine with this part being canon.

At the age of 26, he heard from one of his students that there was an unclaimed baby in their building. Worried for the baby's safety he headed over to find more about the situation. What he found was a prostitute who died in childbirth and a screaming little baby. The other tenants were not in a situation to take care of the baby and there was a consensus to let the baby pass on. Fredrick didn't think twice as he picked up the baby and decided to raise it. He used old formula and took the boy wherever he went. He named him Tarak after the suggestions he got from his students. A much better name than the name he was going to choose. Fredrick enjoyed taking care of the child, watching the little guy grow into his own was fulfilling for the man with no kids of his own. Apparently raising a child as a lone father made him sympathetic to others and he got appointed as dean of the school by the time Tarak hit 4.

As much as he wanted to treat Tarak tenderly, he knew he would only be doing him a disservice. He tried to teach him not to fight unless someone else fought first. However, he took that as to not fight back and wound up getting his ass kicked and got laid out. Fredrick had a short talk with him about the family motto of "Do no harm however, take no shit." And in one of the dumbest decisions, Fredric has made, gave his son a switchblade to go get even. Second father of the year nominee. To be fair the boy was older and bigger, Fredrick was just leveling the playing ground. His son came back with a gash across his face and broken ribs. Apparently, he won. Fredrick got him stitched up and took care of him until he could manage himself again. Little bugger healed up quickly.

The next incident was when Tarak hit 8, the little kid stupidly followed him outside of the wall, all the way to a rogue meeting. He then, still not realizing the situation introduced himself. Fredrick almost lost it and hit him but calmed down to just ask him why he was here and then the little shit had the gull to repeat the question back. Fredrick described that he was here to get some things for the kids back at the school. And instead of leaving it at that, the kid wanted to come and help. Saying some shit that the school was the best and he wanted to help it as well. It struck a note in him, it reminded him of his simple ideals as a child. With a heavy heart, he let him come along. The others were joking about having a kid with them that night. He did his best and carried what he could. Like a little minion. Slightly adorable but nerve-wracking nonetheless.

After that, we traded the loot to get what we needed for the school families. After that, Iswitched tenses had to sit down and have a serious talk about what Fredrick was doing. Tarak being young enough not to consider all the details but old enough to properly commit himself decided to take his training. Fredrick promised him that he would treat him like a man and would teach him all he could. Tarak agreed not fully knowing what that would mean. No matter how hard Fredrick trained Tarek, he never complained. Tarak got to see the other side of Fredrick and saw who his father really was. He shared with him what the Jones line had done. Tarak kept trying to convince him to go out but Fredrick wouldn't let him.

They would start working on projects together, one of them being a biofuel engine. Fredrick spent a good bit of time helping his son put together his first engine. Fredrick always saw it as a hobby and nothing more but to his surprise, it ran. It ran decently well. He was so proud of his son that he even arranged to get him steaks for next weekend. But disaster struck as the militia took it for safety reasons."""""SaFEtY""""""" His son had shown anger before but Fredric could tell how much this hurt him. To hopefully cheer him up he] vogued what are you trying to say here that his age was 16 even though he was actually 15 and a half. After that, they started to do things together not just as father and son but as fellow rogues.

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He is the dean at the school and a Rogue in his off time

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Inventory

• SIG Sauer P210: This very stylish 9mm handgun was a family heirloom among the Jones family, before Fredrick it had not seen much use, but since the untimely death of his father, it had been used quite often by Fredrick. The magazine holds eight 9mm rounds, and Fredrick has 2 magazines.
• Crowbar: a 2 foot long crow bar that weighs about 7 pounds, it's nice in the hands and very useful in and out of a fight.
• Collapsable Bow: This bow can be un strung and fold it's arms forward to keep hidden away quite easily. Fredrick has 6 arrows for his bow making sure that it is easy to hide them away among the house.
• Backpack:This large bag can hold his rations, a flashlight, his machete, a water container that holds 32 ounces of water, a flask that holds 4 ounces of rubbing alcohol, a laser pointer that produces a red light, and some old objects that are easy to store and are light that he keeps to grab and use for decoys, all the while he is still able to hold quite a bit extra of loot he finds out beyond the walls.

Other:

He has a cat named Emily.

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Tarak Jones [+]

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Tarak Jones

Wolf

|20|Male|

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Physical Appearance

Height:

Standing at 6’5",I like how the males include height lmao Tarak has not only height but also an imposing figure.

Weight:

230 lbs, he was well fed and well trained as his father wanted to make Tarak the absolute unit he could be.

Body Type:

Mesomorph, rectangular with more muscle built with a larger chest and shoulders.

Age:

Age: 20 years old.

Birthday: August 21st A LEO REEEEEEEEEEE

Eyes:

Color: Bright Silvery eyes that sparkle with gold in the light.

Quality: He has great vision, with a strong dark vision.

Shape: A little on the larger side, yet look very sharp.

Hair:

Color: Jet black

Texture: Soft and feels smooth Wink wink

Length: Semi-short, giving enough to play with.

Style: Straight and slightly spiky as he has it part to the left side of his face.

Skin:

Shade: A nice tan with a bit of lightness.

Texture: His face feels slightly smooth yet the rest of his body feels slightly coarse.

Birthmarks: He has a large birthmark on the back of his palm, it looks like a heart.

Scars: He has many different scars across his body, yet the most noticeable one is the one on his face, as it is a large scar that spans the left side of his face. This scar he got from when he went to get even with the kid who bullied him when he was 6.

Hands:

Size: he has larger hands that are thick >.>and muscular.

Condition: A heavy amount of scars spans both his hands, as they have seen quite a bit of use, and his left pinky is slightly bent out of place.

Nails: Always trimmed and kept well enough, but because of the punishment he has put them through, multiple nails are warped and bent slightly.


Manner of dress:

Normal: Tark wears simple clothing, t-shirts, black pants and Jean's, and many other pieces of clothing that give him a simple and slightly rugged look.

Raiding: Tarak has no real changes to his look when he goes out past the walls, the only thing that does change is the placement of clothing, as he does make sure his forearms are more covered and hands because the infected are known to go for those places first.

Voice:

Accent: American with no heavy accent.

Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower ranges.

Typical Volume: Normal speaking as it is comfortable to hear from a few feet away from being right next to him.

Speech:

Habits: Tarak can sometimes find himself saying filler words because he will lose his train of thought in conversations.

Profanity: Tarak rarely uses profanity; however, it is out of a genuine reaction he is unable to filter when he does.

Movement and gestures:

When speaking he will normally make small gestures that will go unnoticed by him, yet can sometimes add context to what he is saying.

Overall Liveliness:

Ismael Who Ismael? Copypasta linkis very energetic, as oftentimes he will be moving and adventuring, he is always on the move and always trying to do something, if not for someone for his own amusement.

Grace of Movement:

Even with his size, Ismael Stolen Identity #2is quite graceful, even able to maneuver with ease in many different ways with little trouble.

Extent of Physical Expressiveness:

Ismael is a very expressive person: when he gets upset it shows through his face and body language, when he is angry his face and body will change and almost feels like looking at a beast, and when he is happy he wears a large smile.

Posture:

Tarak stands tall, even with this when he is relaxing he almost molds to whatever surface he is laying on, almost like he becomes one with the object he is on.

Agility:

Tarak is quite agile, especially with his size, and very deft with his hands.

Accuracy of Senses:

Tarak's senses are extremely sharp, to the point where his senses and instincts are something akin to a razor-sharp blade.

Other:

His instincts are something considered to be a sixth sense that is constantly on alert. His reliance on his instincts is what has made him so good at fighting.

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Personality

|Playful| |Vindictive| |Ambitious| |Obstinate| |Compassionate| |Unpredictable|

Tarak is a kind and jovial Soul. He loves to have fun and do as he wishes, yet that doesn't mean he can't be serious and even mean. Yet to most he comes off as jovial and a bit of a prankster. He loves to put smiles on others through just small things to get people to loosen up. He is a very confident man and many can see it, yet he never really flaunts it. Yet he is not without fault, when you cross him, he'll come back twice as hard. His father had taught him something important, do no harm, but take no shit. Often time people found themselves on the wrong side of Tarak because of their wish to screw with him, and oftentimes they found what it meant to mess with the son of the Devil.

Even with his mean streak, Tarak is quite a compassionate and caring man. He has done many questionable things to help others. He had left the walls on multiple occasions to get supplies and other things for the more destitute children that his father taught. He has risked life and limb on countless occasions even to the point where he had nearly been killed on multiple occasions to do what he needed. He has high respect for those who will do what has to be done for their ideals and goals, as his father had spent many years as a Rouge to get supplies and other things for the kids that he teaches, now Tarak does the same as he finds immense joy and purpose in doing such a thing.

Tarak will often go and follow his instincts and his whims, and many times he will very often not stray from his feelings as he believes they are correct. Sometimes they have led to good fortune, other times they can lead to sometimes dangerous situations, but every time he follows his instincts as they are the few things he can trust outside of the walls.

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|Motivations|

• The School Children: Tarak wishes to make sure the school children that his father teaches get everything they need, after all, if the world won't provide for them, he will. Que arms of an angel music.
• Hope for Tomorrow: Tarak wishes to find a tomorrow that isn't so grim, maybe his adventures won't be riddled with the weight of finding things to help others, nor the threat of death, he hopes it'll one day just be looking through the old ruins of the world before.
• Adventure: Tarak has loved adventure since he could run, all he ever wanted to do was find what was not found, to explore that which has not been seen, and see a world few get to witness.

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History

When Tarak was born, he was dealt a bad hand. His mother was a prostituterelatable and his father could have been any countless men. Yet in of it all, his mother seemed to have loved him and wished to raise him. That might have happened if she didn't die during childbirth, leaving Tarak a hand of cards that lost from the start. The thought of letting the child die came across multiple people's minds after his mother's death. She was a prostitute so no one would care if the illegitimate child of any countless fathers would go missing, and it would just be another mouth to feed before he could even be useful. However, it seemed as if Tarak has some good luck after all, as a man decided to take him and raise him as his own, Fredrick Jones.

Fredrick raised Tarak in a certain way: do no harm, but take no shit. At first, it started with: do not hurt others. Tarak thought this meant never hurt people, as it ended up with Tarak getting beat up when he was 6 by another kid who was older than him. Later Fredrick talked to Tarak and was upset with him why he didn't fight back, as it was found Tarak didn't fight back because he was told not to hurt others. That was when he was informed that he was not to hurt others until they hurt him. As then he was given a switchblade and told, "Now get even". Welcome to Paradise, father of the yearland

The next day Tarak left a note for the kid who bullied him 'from his crush', it told him to meet at the old church that was right outside the lanes. He showed up to find Tarak as he took out his blade and threatened him to never come near him again, yet the bully wiped out his own blade and threaten he'd gut Tarak. Tarak scoffed as the bully ran over and started throwing wild blade attacks, Tarak dodged them quite easily, yet in his pocket, the bully pulled out what looked like a pipe gun and aimed at Tarak. Tarak's immediate reaction was to dodge to the side, but the bully knew this and slashed out at Tarak and sliced him across the face. Tarak let out a yell of pain as his whole body wanted to freeze, but he knew he needed to run away, so Tarak ran upstairs, knowing the bully would follow. FIGHTING IN MY GOOD LORDS HOME, FOR SHAME.As when he got up there he looked around through the blood in his eyes and found the thing he was looking for, as when the bully made it up he was ready to try and finish the job. But Tarak had other plans, when the bully got close, Tarak jumped and tackled the bully as they both fell through the ceiling and slammed into the ground.Begone thot.

Tarak checked himself and found he had multiple broken bones and it felt like he couldn't move, but he knew he needed to leave. When Tarak got up he saw the bully was out cold, Tarak then just walked away and went back home. Later it was news that the boy was found in the ruins with both his legs and multiple ribs broken. The story was that he was playing on the roof as it fell through and got injured from the fall. There was a story later that the child went and slashed Tarak's face and the kid felt as if he made a mistake, so he fled to hide in the church before it fell in on him. It was found he had used a few pieces of pipe to mimic a Zip gun to threaten and silence other kids from what he does.

During his schooling, Tarak was looked at as the Dean's Son, many times people thought he was being played like a favorite as he seemed to excel in comparison to all others in his year, well that was those on the outside. Those who knew what Fredrick did in his off time, knew Tarak was already being treated like a man by his father. When Tarak hit 8 years old was when he first ventured outside the walls, originally it was to explore the ruins, that was when he noticed his father was outside the wall with other people. They seemed geared with many different weapons and supplies, as his Father's face looks different: confident and commanding like he owned the place and wanted to let everyone know it. Tarak followed out of interest in what his father was doing, but not even after an hour into the expedition Fredrick found Tarak and pulled him off to the side. He was asked why he came out here yet Tarak retorted with his own question and asked why his father was out here. At first, Fredrick was gonna just smack the boy, but he realized this was gonna happen. Tarak was adventurous and clever enough to know when his father is doing something, so he told Tarak that he is out here to get supplies for the Students. Tarak wished to help, after all, even with some of the bullying, Tarak loved the school and all the people who come. It was a place that seemed to always be happy and lively and Tarak wish to protect it, yet everything around it seemed so drab, like a lonely place that seemed to suck the life of others. Tarak wished to protect this place that his father had spent his life building up and teaching at.Just be aware the rogues wouldn't have been cool with this, it would have been independent ventures, but carry on.

This was when he realized Tarak had grown quite a bit, his eyes were very different from most kids, they were stern and hard like they know what they were doing. Fredrick allowed Tarak to tag along, with the condition that if he can't pull his weight, he will lose all the loot he finds. This motivated Tarak, as it meant he had something to work towards, as he worked his hardest, pushing well beyond the limits of a normal 8-year-old, he could carry large amounts of objects with ease and put in as much work as he could. As once he made it back, to Tarak's dismay, all of his loot was taken by his father. yet this was when he found out about what he does with what he gets from the outside. Fredrick goes and sells what he can, barters with what he can to get the stuff he needs for the school students. For some shoes, clothing, and basic supplies for families, for others food and a place to get away from the abuse. Anything left was kept by Fredrick for himself and Tarak. After that expedition, Tarak's and Fredrick's relationship changed, Fredrick started treating Tarak like a man. He taught him many hard-knock lessons to toughen him up, yet Tarak always took it as this is how his father shows his love, even when he got cut by his father in training, he never took it as a pain that strained his love, he saw it as an honest accident.

Tarak wasn't allowed to go on expeditions past the walls for some time, because Fredrick wanted to teach him the many skills he would need while out there. After 2 years of this Tarak hit 10 years old and had already grown quite a bit like a man, standing at about 5'5 now. Tarak was the size of some of the younger folk in the Rouges, so he thought he could join the Rouges now, yet Fredrick wouldn't allow him to join yet, after all,jk i just read this, belay above he was still way under their already laxed requirements as he was still way too young. Even with the insistent complaining and begging Fredrick still said no. Tarak was still just a student after all, yet he trained quite a bit and explored when he wanted, and came back with some loot, mostly it was simple things, yet it was still better than nothing. From this day onward, his father treated him like an adult, not like an equal, after all, Fredrick is older than him and Tarak is living under his roof. Yet, like an adult nonetheless.

During Tarak's teenaged years he had gotten more fond of machinery and mechanical equipment, oftentimes he spent many hours using his father's position to read texts on such things from the Old World. Like a machine that can move by burning liquids that are pulled from the ground. Tarak did much research into such things for his amusement, until one day, a few months after his 13th birthday, he felt this urge to create one of these machines. So he set to work with the information he can find and his knowledge he decided to try his hand at creating something from the Old World, an Engine.

With his excitement, it brought Fredrick great joy, yet when Tarak asked his father to help him, it brought out a new side Tarak has never seen of his father. As they worked Tarak saw his father in a whole new light, his face was different, it wasn't stern and cold, nor was it confident and commanding, it looked calm and peaceful. Tarak got to see his father smile such a genuine smile that it made Tarak smile. As they worked they began to come closer, as this felt like the first time Tarak could say his father did something fatherly. Not teach him some lesson, nor showed him what to do, no, Tarak witnessed his father assist him and help him with something to forward his son's achievements. This multi-year project was special to both of them.

With the research that they had done together, they had created the design for an engine that runs on Biodiesel. They left the walls multiple times to slowly procure the parts needed to build and fuel the engine. After a few years of building and design, it came down to making the fuel. To make the fuel for it, Tarak had to have the help of his father learning chemistry while he built the necessary equipment to make and mix the fuel, as it ran on the main ingredient being Vegetable Oil/Corn Oil, which they could make from many different nuts and seeds, but Tarak normally chooses Walnuts as he can often find them outside of his home and growing within the confines of Paradise Falls.

When the first time the engine was running, it roared to life and made quite a bit of energy, yet within the quiet confines of Paradise Falls, such a thing would be easy to hear if you are nearby, as that was when the militia came knocking and took away the engine for 'safety' reasons."""""I repeat for sAfETy""""" It left a sting in Tarak's heart, but the thing that hurt more was when they came back a week later asking for more fuel for 'safety' research. It angered Tarak yet he did as his father told him, he just made some fuel, might have been a little too thin and sugary. When they tried to use the engine again, the fuel made this thick gunk that was nearly impossible to get rid of, so they tried to clean it, but they realized with the amount of time, effort, and knowledge needed made it an unprofitable endeavor. They decided to scrap the engine and left it as a 'dangerous' object, but to Tarak, that is the pride of his family.

At this point Tarak was 15 1/2 years old and looking like a real man, as this was when Fredrick decided to allow him to join the Rogues, helping and 'vouching' for his age. As Tarak finally was able to join the Rouges. Here he showed the skills he learned from his father and put them to work, he was a tall, fast, and lean man who was brought up to be a beast of a man by his father. During his first bit of time with the Rouges, he has fought multiple people over loot, disagreements, and just them harassing Tarak, as he lived by his family motto: Do no harm, but take no shit. He never goes out of his way to harm another, but once they step a line, he pushes them back over it, without fail.

As the next few years, he had learned quite a bit: he learned how to fix weapons, machines, and other things to either sell or keep. But he used these same skills to do work within Paradise Falls, as he fixes multiple machines that are used for different things, such as the milling and reloading machines used by the gunsmith to make new parts and ammo, slowly refurbishing and remaking old machines for the Wakers to use again for farming and other such things. This is Tarak's official job as the work he does is intensive, yet requires lots of knowledge and he often studies to further his knowledge and skills.

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|Society Role/Faction|

Tarak is officially a Keeper like his father, he has learned countless things and has often found himself helping in many different tasks that are asked of him. Sometimes it is understanding and upkeeping texts, other times he is tasked with teaching like his father, yet his true skill comes from the information he learned with the maintenance of equipment, weapons, and even starting up a car from the Old World after much work and effort.

With Tarak's strong knack for is machinery and military hardware, he is oftentimes been found assisting the gunsmith with his duties or working on the machinery of the Old World in hopes of making some of it run again and other things when he is unneeded for assistance from the texts in repairing machinery nor teaching the younger generations.

Yet now and again he will sneak away and switch to his other persona, Wolf, as he will go on raids and expeditions with the Rogues. Here he puts his knowledge and skills to work, as he can often times get broken gear and weapons and fix them up to become functional enough to sell to someone or use for himself.

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Inventory

• Backpack: This will hold his rations, a clipped on flashlight, a survival knife, a flask that holds 4 ounces of rubbing alcohol, some old objects that are easy to store and are light that he keeps clipped on the side of the backpack for easy to grab and use for decoys, all the while he is still able to hold quite a bit extra of stuff he finds out beyond the walls.
• Cateen & Mug: This can hold 1 quart of a liquid, it comes with a mug and pouch to keep it all together. This was grabbed from one of his outings before joining the Rouges. Sometimes this has clean water, but most of the time it has water stored for him to boil and try and make safe later.
• Old Wrench: This old wrench from the old world is about 2 feet long and weighs roughly 8 pounds, a wrench set was given to him by his father when they first worked on the engine together and now he uses it to fix machinery on his new career path. Tarak has used it for the work he does, yet he uses the largest one quite often for fighting and exploring as one good hit will oftentimes put anyone down.
• Pardini GT 45: This Handgun is chambered in .45 ACP, a less common round than 9mm but is quite a powerful round and packs quite a punch, it can put most people down in a single shot or 2. He has a single Mag which holds 13 rounds, but right now he only has 10 rounds for it.
• He also carries a bandana and bits of extra cloth to act as bandages for basic wounds and to cover his face in case they ever might get spotted by Reapers.

Other:

Tarak is actually extremely intelligent, he just never flaunts it nor talks about it because his father did a very good job in making sure he is a humble person. He is hesitant on the idea to kill another person, even when it was a life and death situation he has always tried to find a way to incapacitate rather than kill. This does not extend to the infected, but he does hold pity for them and what has happened.

His room looks like a grease monkey's wet dream as he has been collecting and hoarding materials to one day remake his engine and a car for it to be put into.

Tarak has a few miscellaneous skills that are of note:

• He is a pretty good cook, all things considered. nice
• His first aid skills are quite good, and he is quite good at applying his skills to himself.
• He has enough knowledge to create improvised firearms and weapons outside the wall.
• Tarak trained with mostly calisthenics, so he is not a roided out behemoth who can carry a car, yet he can put his body through all sorts of abuse and can carry well over his own body weight. Which oftentimes makes him very useful when someone gets hurt, or someone needs to pack-mule things back.

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Looks like this will be pretty Rogue heavy as opposed to Reapers. I would convert Jack but distrusting the government is one of his primary personality traits. So I might make a Reaper character