conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The year is 2030. It has been fifteen years since the world went mad, bombs raining from the sky as if mother nature had decided to fight back. No one is really sure who fired first, but everyone was hit. The world burned, and then it fell apart.
  
  It wasn't the fire, or the chaos, or the people that tore it apart, but the bombs. The bombs were filled with all sorts of chemicals, each different based on their targeted region. First the chemicals killed, and then they mutated, and with them, the remaining organisms of Earth.
  
  The United States was hit with a total of four different types of bombs: Red in the West, Green in the East, Black in the South, and Blue in the Midwest. Each bomb came with a different chemical, and with it, different effects.
  
  The Red bombs of the West were fire in nature. The chemicals ate away at the flesh of its victims, leaving people exposed and in excruciating pain. But the virus prevented its victims from dying, leaving them as walking ghouls. Holding the intelligence of their human lives, they are forever maimed, resilient to life, immune to death.
  
  The Green bombs of the East brought unyielding radiation. While possible to avoid the affected areas, those exposed to the chemicals quickly mutate, turning into a variety of monstrosities that terrorize the land. The most unchanged of these creatures, the super mutants, have become brutish creatures who have long forgotten their humanity.
  
  In the South, the Black bombs brought the plague. It spread quickly, wiping out the majority of those affected. The few who survived became immune to all sickness, their bodies and minds turning them into hardened, lonely members of the Black Brotherhood.
  
  Unlike the other three regions, everyone living in the Midwest was inflicted by the pathogen of the Blue bombs. The chemicals of the Blue were silent killers, showing no symptoms. Months passed before the first victim suddenly collapsed, paralyzed in everything but the mind. The disease was sporadic, unpredictable, and drove the Midwest into chaos.
  
  Ten years after the bombings, society began to slowly rebuild itself with a variety of organizations. One of those organizations created the Hub, a city built out of the remnants of Chicago. It was created as a haven for survivors of all regions to gather for trade, survival, and a chance to build a new life.
  
  But with each passing year, more and more Midwestern's fall victim to the effects of Blue. As they fade away, so, too, do the last remnants of the American life.
  
  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Make your own!: Some sort of physical or mental trait that your character would consider worth bragging about.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make your own!: A mental or physical weakness that your character would hope that nobody ever learns about.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Make your own!: What is your character's purpose in life?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make your own!: Either a profession, or a way of living that drives them forward. Examples - Mercenary, as a profession, or traveler, as a way of life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Northwest Entrance of the Hub: While there are multiple ways into the Hub, the Northwestern Entrance is the most dangerous. Blocked by a river, the only way in is over the massive bridge that used to serve as a highway - and now serves as an open choke-point for bandits and thieves. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Loner: A man wanders, lost, confused, and drenched in fresh blood. How do you deal with him?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Brothers: Two individuals who refer to themselves as "the brothers," stand before you. Judging by the way they aim their guns at you, they might not be all that friendly.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stim Merchant: A life spent in chemistry has left him with the skill of creating Stims. These stimulants can only be used by other ghouls due to their condition. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Educated: A life spent in chemistry, now peddling your stims has given you both book and street smarts.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Obsessed: Sometimes you find yourself lost in a new formula. Often, it doesn't pan out, but never the less you keep trying.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Ghouls: Ever since the red bombs landed, you have been transformed into something feared by many. You want to prove that the humans have nothing to fear from you and your kind.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wanderer: Scavenger, thief, bounty hunter, pick-pocket extraordinaire. You go where the money is, and you never stay too long.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Intelligence: All those straight A's you got when mom insisted on homeschooling you seem like a waste of time now, but what you learned, even that you have the ability to learn at all, that's stuck with you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hot-Headed: Assume the worst, trust no one, shoot first, ask questions later. In theory, the strategy works, but when you have trouble giving them the last word, you tend to miss out on good opportunities and better escape routes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Security: You live your life from one minute to the next, never knowing when it all might end. You'll never admit it, but all you want is somewhere to rest your head and kick off your boots - somewhere to belong.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hesitant: Making snap decisions is difficult, making them when lives hang in the balance -  impossible. You can take the girl out of civilization, but you can't seem to take civilization out of the girl. No matter how hard you try.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunsmith: Survival creates necessity. Though the knowledge of firearms took a turn no one could expect, the skill has become indispensable. Orders are filled, money and trade collected, and another person goes out armed and dangerous.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Faithful: Faithful, in this case, has nothing to do with religion. Be it faith in an individual, the future, or one's self, faith keeps people moving forward. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jaded: Far too much has been seen and done and far too fast. No one has the time or luxury of emotions anymore. They just get people killed. 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ghost: Existence is the name of game since the bombs fell. Though the lack of purpose is haunting at best, options for something more are few and far between. Perhaps one day, a reason for the madness will be found.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cautious: Making snap decisions was part of your training, but in this world so changed from what you knew, caution observation is your preferred course, if possible. The more you learn, the more educated your decision can be.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Courier: Even in this broken world messages and packages need to get from a to b and legwork seems to be the ideal way for now.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Charismataic: .
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Competitive: A good competiton of any sort can get the blood pumping. Nothing like proving one's self at, well, anything. Unfortunately not everyone agrees with that.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: .: .
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sheriff: For better or worse, you run this town. Well, at least you try.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Responsible: It means a lot to give a shit in a world that...doesn't.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Idealist: In a world where idealism is all but dead, constant disappointment can really bring a guy down.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do the Right Thing: Help people, build a community, bring back the world we once knew...