State of Light [PAFP]

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    Fifty-six years ago a large meteor hit earth devestating the enviornment and ecosystem. Throughout these years people have adapted and there are three main cities. There is The Capitol, Junkhen, and Death Valley. Each of these towns has there perks and downfalls. The Capitol is the most technalogically advanced of the three but it is hated by the other two cities and is frequently attacked by them. Junkhen is the least technalogically advanced but they have learned to live from the trash and ruins of the old buildings from the past. And Death Valley is a town that is in the middle it has technology and it has adapted to the wasteland and the ruins from the meteor but this town is home to few people and the people who are there are harsh most of the time. There is one from this town that is known around the wasteland as 'Ghost,' though no one has seen him, there are rumors, and no specifications on what she or he may look like. The people who have seen have said that he wears a mask that he rarely takes of. Ghost is said to be agile and very tall. Taking no form of work from any of the cities. Your character is royalty in the city. She hear of a new prisoner and that she should interrogate him. As she walks down to the holding area, you see that it is Ghost. He has scruffed black hair and icily pale blue eyes. He is tied up with his hands above his head. He looks at you a blank expression. (The rp starts from this point. If you are interested then leave a character description. Also if you do not like the story give me some suggestions to make it better.)

    Ghost looked up to her slowly. His face was blank other than the bruise on his cheek, he didn't say anything, but he recognized her.

    Ghost spat at the ground, narrowing his eyes. (She basically came down to find out If he was a spy.)

    "What should I say? I'm innocent?" He scoffed, pulling at the ropes, "that would be a lie."