Over 2,000 years have passed on since the nuclear war in [Redacted]. Humanity has managed to slowly rebuild by partially repeating history. Kingdoms and Empires have been brought back into society
The year is now [NW 40XX]
30 years ago within this...
Well I'm not good at these so lemme see how I can get you started...
(Y/n) Your name 👉obviously 👈 😑
Age: Around your 30s
Height: 6ft
Appearance:
UNTIL I CAN MAKE A DRAWING OF WHAT I WANT YOU TO LOOK LIKE THIS WILL SUBSTITUTE FOR NOW!
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You're a Bartender in a small town within the U.I.S.E. (The United Imperial Settlements of Europe).
Your story:
There's nothing really big happening these days other than the Empire sending out it's continuous propaganda for people to join the military.
Your family has a history of all males joining the army and your father recently serving in the imperial guard.
You attended at the W.I.A. (Western Imperial Academy) and earned your diploma.
The western imperial academy taught warriorship, courage, honor, and combat. It's pretty much military basic training but it molds the minds of the next generation for the Empire to become soldiers as early as possible.
Your dream was to achieve honor for your family name and your father was of course extremely supportive in order for you to join the military.
By the time you reached 19 you noticed that you had a talent to make really good drinks (mostly craft beer and mixed bourbon) and decided to put your military career off to the side.
Your family was at first happy to see you had talent but were insisting for you to join the army, you felt conflicted because the military didn't have a tolerance for alcohol within the ranks and a war could brew at any time (no pun intended).
After an argument against your entire family and a backhand hit from your father, you left home and cut all ties with your family without even saying goodbye.
Before leaving you were stopped by your grandfather who understood the struggle you were feeling and gave you the rest of his service payment in order to show how much he cared for you, he mentioned he lost a lot of friends in the military and didn't want you to suffer the way he did.
To this day his words still somewhat haunt you: "When we cross paths again someday, I'll tell you why I tried to flee and run away when I was in service..."
You moved away from the major settlement your family was in and settled in the South Eastern occupation of the Empire near Hungary.
You arrived in a small town with not too much happening or a whole lot of major business so you immediately bought an old residential house and set up shop with the money your grandfather gave you.
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What was unique about this house is that the spot where the living room was big enough to be a tavern and the upstairs had extra rooms (what a coincidence).
It wasn't long until customers started taking notice of your bar and word managed to get around quickly that you made the best craft beer.
You've made friends, regulars, and since the people of this town were generally kind there have been at least 2 bar fights that have been forcefully taken outside by some of the street wise customers.
Things are now looking good for you what's next that could happen?
