(its fine. I claim)<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Prettyboy1_b-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Jared<br/>18<br/>Surviver<br/><br/>Jared was once prince of china. Now he was a wanderer. A man on a journey to find others. Others like him. Others who survived to live in the world after earths death. The end of days. Armegeddon. However you put it that is what happened. Now he searched out others like himself. They would band together and try and restart Earth. Rebuild their world. Surely there had to be enough of them to build a new population. Earth's darkest hours had to have a beacon of light. This was a belief he hung onto strongly. This was the force that drove him to keep existing. A young man with an old mind. He grew up fast in the past year or so...he stopped counting...that the world ended. He was traveling through the remains of some city or other. His long locks of hair blowing around in the nippy wind. How many days had he been traveling? How many days since he last saw another? He was starting to talk to himself merely for the illusion of company. So far the world barely had anyone. He had gathered up two young kids from different countries. Took them back to his base. The palace of china. Left them with a nanny. The only other person he knew of that was old enough to care for herself, that remained. Four of them so far. Hopefully he could find more. Find someone he could interact with. It was a noble goal and hopefully he would remain sane while he traveled around the globe...hunting for survivors. He stopped. Seeing someone. "Hello?" he calls out. "Is someone there?" He heads towards the voice. His white garbs outlined against the rising darkness.