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Graham had just finished his burger when the grumpy man walked in. He had seen the type before, the type that think that the only rule of the wastes is that someone is always out to get you. Excellent back in the merchant days as they would always buy out your stock of ammo but no fun for expeditions. Closer inspection noted the fact he had his hands right next his guns. Graham, never a big fan of being caught off guard placed his shotgun on his lap and went back to inspecting the device.

He only managed a few more minutes of this however as some more wanderers had just walked in. To well armed for drifters, no sign of a merchant cart. Either bandits or mercenaries, neither a good sign when there aren't many guards around. Slipping the device into one of his more discreet pockets Graham got a good grip on his shotgun.

For now the mob was just keeping to themselves but nobody could tell how long they had before someone got shot. As Graham was preparing to pay and leave one of the men approached him and blocked his way. "Now friend, why don't you sit down for a while. Can't have a possible meal ticket leaving, can we?" growled the most likely bandit.
"Well then I suggest you watch what you do for the next few minutes."
"You threatening me creep?"
"No, I'm warning you that there are at least two people here capable of causing serious damage to your group." With this Graham gestured to "old-guy" and "sword freak". "Book worm" seemed busy.
Remember, if used correctly cliches can be FUN!
Graham was lost. His map had been destroyed by an explosion in the ruins he was just exploring. He would have to find some sort of landmark if he had any hope of finding home. After looking at the sky to his orientation he decided to head north. As he started what he assumed to be a long walk he pulled out a small notebook and pencil from his pockets and started listing his loot from the ruins.
Identified: 7 kilograms scrap metal, seven AA batteries, four AAA batteries, 70cm usable electric wiring, 3 intact books- fiction.
Unidentified: A small metal "thing" in the shape of a spider, will need home equipment to inspect further.
Losses: Map, 2 shotgun slugs, 7 buckshots, "some" blood, 30cm bandages, 5 cans of beans, one canned chicken, everything eaten before the chicken, three liters of water.
Gains: Knowledge of the evil of canned chicken.

After this he let out a drawn out sigh, the trips were yielding less and less every month. Scanning the horizon for landmarks he noticed a small building to the north-east. "The first good thing all day" he muttered to himself as he trudged towards this structure in the distance. After a few minutes he reached the front door of this "DINER" and took a look in the front window, his shotgun in his left hand. Two women at different tables, assorted staff behind counter, smells like a bandit left out in the sun too long. With these facts in mind he put the shotgun back in its holster and walked up to the counter. After he got the attention of one of the staff he asked for a menu. Menu in hand he sat down and started reading it. After a minute or so he asked for a burger and water.

While waiting for his order he pulled out the metal spider and a few lenses. If anyone looked at him they would of seen a grown man cooing to himself while holding up a chunk of metal in one hand and a piece of glass in the other. Periodically he would take some notes only to scribble them out moments later. After a few minutes he gave up and started to draw what he was seeing. He did this for all of five seconds before his order arrived. He continued to stare intently at the contraption whilst eating and often had sauce drop onto his shirt and notes.
IF WE ALL BELIEVE IT WILL BE SO!
So will we have any clue towards what caused the apocalypse and the old worlds technology?
@CidTheKid
Thanks for the criticism, made a few edits and plan on making more.
Name: Graham Jones
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: 187 cm/ 6ft 15⁄8in, Brunette, short hair, blue eyes. Thin with a small amount of musculature. Small scars all over his hands and forearms, a few small scars on his face. Average attire consists of a dirty blue shirt, a tattered leather jacket with several sewn on pockets bulging with metal objects, steel capped boots and purple tracksuit pants with more sewn on pockets. Occasionally wears a wide brimmed hat with something unintelligible written on it.
Personality: Considers himself above the general public other than merchants, to whom he is quite competitive with, other scavengers, who he is generally affable towards and his small number of friends who he is extremely protective of (he doesn't have many so he doesn't want to lose any). This changes when someone touches any of his "projects" without permission. Depending on who they are and what they are doing his reaction will vary from yelling to stabbing to painful electric death. This concern also translates to the ruins of the old world. Detest anyone who would use old world technology purely for their own gain.
History: When he was young he was part of a merchant group who often traveled between towns. One town they visited was built around the ruins of a building called a "MUSEM" that contained many relics of the old world. After a few months Graham left the merchant group and returned to the town to find that they had torn down the "MUSEM" for materials to build more houses and just left all the relics lying inside what was left of the building. Graham recovered what he could and purchased a house on the edge of town. He spent a few months examining the relics he had saved and then decided that their had to be more out there. Armed with a well preserved map, a months supplies of food and water and his shotgun Graham set off into the waste to find other relics.
Objectives: To find the relics of the old world and discover the reason for its collapse.
Skills/Powers: Electrokinesis but has no method of controlling its flow once it leaves his body and is only resistant to its affects (from a tingling sensation to intense pain with power). Gets around this by using it as a melee attack or jump-starting old world electronics he finds. Decent skill with his shotgun and knife but far from exceptional. His real talent shines when dealing with machinery of the old world which he has a knack for repairing and using. This includes the rare and useless ability to repair televisions. Still retains his haggling skills from his merchant days.
Profession: If you ask him, Archaeologist. If you ask anyone sane it ranges from asshole to creepy dude. Whenever he is at home he runs a shop specializing in electronics.

Any constructive criticism is welcome as I am new to RP.
WeepingLiberty said
-I think I've lost my mind-

You're on the internet, there was no mind to lose.
Curse you liberty, now I'm hungry.
Count me in. Would a scavenger who tries to recover and use the secrets of the old world be possible?
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