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Won't have any internet for most of this week, but still gonna post a character biopsy (profile? I was never good at english)

Name: Ethan

Age: 29

'''Extra: A bandit that has lived in the wilds of Desert, ambushing the trade between the two tribes of the island. Ethan owns a simple clockwork repeater crossbow that can easily load and fire 3 arrows in quick succesion before being reloaded'''

Day 1

9:00 AM

Ethan looked across the scorching sands of Desert island, the winds manipulating the sand into patterns, flecked with bits of smoke from the campfire he had made to keep himself warm during the freezing nights. He was starting to run out of food, the small oasis he had discovered provided water, but very little could grow around it, forcing Ethan to ambush the travellers that traded across the island. It had been almost a week since Ethan had seen another human, but he was afraid to go to one of the tribes on the coast, as he was a villain to them and he would be killed on sight.

A lone cloud wandered across the morning sky, briefly covering the still visible moon. That meant a storm. Storms were good, it meant traders couldn't go by sea as the weather could easily detroy even the most sturdy ships. They would have to go overland, just where Ethan wanted them. In the distance black clouds gathered, coalescing into a dark mass, swallowing the sky to the east.