2076 - Benzo Washington

[The Jiggler]

Timeline
2033 C.E.

June 2, 2033 - A large asteroid has a path to nearly miss Earth although it has such a strong electromagnetic pull that it will send the world into a blackout for one hour. It's expected to arrive June 18. 
June 18, 2033 - The asteroid is caught in Earth's orbit and messing with the tides due to discrepancies between the gravitational pull of Earth and it's moon. It continuously is knocking out power worldwide. 
June 26, 2033 - NATO decided to pay out a large sum of money to send a trained group of soldiers to research the asteroid in question. What the found was astonishing. It was the first hard evidence of extraterrestrial life. Instinctively, NATO tried to communicate with the ETs. They were killed and spared only two men to head back to Earth and relay the urgent message. 
!3:53 EST, an Obelisk is smashed into Earth in downtown Manhattan! 
June 28, 2033 - A rough estimate of seven thousand advanced spherical fighters with a triangular armaments pod jutting from the front devastates North America over night. 
June 30, 2033 - The ETs lead a ground campaign in Mesoamerica while fighters bombard South America. 
July 3, 2033 - The ETs have been nicknamed as the CENs by the UN.
!Europe is invaded by the CENs! 
July 4, 2033 - The CENs have blown up the Statue of Liberty to set up an obelisk which causes massive riots in America. 
July 10, 2033 - NATO is dissolved by the CEN. 
July 11, 2033 - Russia is granted permission to use nuclear weapons against the CENs in Europe, North America, Mesoamerica, and South America by the UN. 
July 14, 2033 - Russia launchers over 1,500 nuclear warheads to attempt at fighting off the CENs. An estimated 2.3 million CENs are killed. 
July 20, 2033 - Russia is invaded by the CEN.
!Russia deploys all nuclear warheads and begins to bomb every country twenty-three times! 
July 50, 2033 - The Earth has recovered from its radiation and people have set out to the surface again. 

Welcome to 2076, an alien race named the Common Enemy Nexus or CEN has colonized Earth and you are a wastelander trying to survive in this hazardous Earth. 

C-Tech Humane Sheet: 
Name: 
Age:
Gender: 
Appearance:
Biography:
Personality:
Skills: 

[Benzo]

(Ohhh, looks fun. I presume the title means I'm starting, or taking place, in Washington? [DC, or the state?] And is this only me, also judging by the title?)

[The Jiggler]

Yeah it's only you. 
And to me, Benzo sounds like Denzel. 
Denzel Washington
Benzo Washington 
yknow 

[Benzo]

Bahahaha, omg I love it. I'll try to make my character sheet sometime tonight.

[The Jiggler]

Four hours lateer. 

[Benzo]

Ohhh, patience is a virtue.
Name: Benzo [What does it matter these days?]
Age: 23
Gender: M
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'4, he is more skinny rather than athletic, short stubble beard/sideburns, short hair, all light brown. Bright blue eyes, typically wearing whatever suitable clothing he can find.
Biography: Benzo, though you'll most likely hear him refer to it as simply 'Ben', was born into a dead world without ever knowing what it was like before aside from the tales he heard. His parents, before being killed by raiders, gave him the name in reference to a supposedly great knight from centuries ago in the family line, though he himself hardly believed it, or cared. Ben(zo) didn't see himself as a great warrior of any kind, nor did he want to be confused as such. He detested unnecessary conflict, though would not hold back when it's obvious linguistics won't do the trick.
Personality: Usually cautious/suspicious of new people, often leading him to be a hard friend to have. Those who find themselves in his favor, though, would describe Benzo as an individual willing to do anything it takes to ensure the survival and safety of said people. The difference between Benzo being calm and pissed off is as drastic a change as turning into The Hulk, it is said.
Skills: Though he wouldn't admit it, Benzo is a decent shot with any rifle or two handed weapons, while somewhat less effective with handguns. Normally being a complete joke at hand-to-hand/melee-ranged combat, this becomes his strong-suit when he is enraged, while becoming less effective at aiming in the process. Otherwise, he refers mostly to his silver tongue and sly wit to disarm confrontations when possible.

[The Jiggler]

Accepted. 

[Benzo]

(Awesome! You have an idea on where/how I'm starting off, or am I left to my own devices? [Speaking of; What gear should I expect to have to start?])

[The Jiggler]

You can start wherever you want tbh. 
But you'll start off with some basic survival stuff and a bat as a weapon. 

[The Jiggler]

Bump #1

[Benzo]

Gah, my bad.
Can you wait until Tuesday, per chance? Got a meeting with the botanist then and I'll probably be active on this from dawn till dusk for a good couple weeks after such.

[The Jiggler]

Wtf. Why are you meeting a botanist? Botany is like the most boring scientific field evar. 

[Benzo]

I open my eyes before taking a look outside of the makeshift shelter I had made for the night. Grabbing my equipment, I scan the area around me before quickly dismantling the shelter; It's never good to leave tracks behind.
I don't know how I had managed to live twenty-three years in the wasteland; Normally having a conscious gets you killed in a heartbeat, as it nearly had for me on several occasions. In my years of roaming the land, I can't say that I've ran into any of what I guess are called CEN's, though from what I hear, I suppose that's a lucky thing. Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what I would do when met with an extra terrestrial. I put too much faith in trying to talk down bandits as it is; There's no way in hell I could manage that with someone from another planet.

[The Jiggler]

Ooooh so is it medicinal or recreational?
If you live anywhere that's not Chicago or Washington, I'm calling the Feds. 

You scan the dusty road in front of you. A tumbleweed flies past the road and lands by your feet. It's almost dawn as the sun barely caresses the horizon. Although, through the dust, the sun is red now instead of it's old, warm yellow color. A garbage can lid rattles against the actual garbage can across the street which is a gas station. A dusty car is parked by a gas pump.

[Benzo]

Hold my bat to the side, at the ready though not exactly in a threatening pose, and walk towards the gas station.

(And don't chu worry yerself about that, mate-oh.)

[The Jiggler]

Sorry it took so long to respond. I was calling the CIA.

You begin to walk towards the gas station cautiously. 

[Benzo]

Pfft, if they waste resources on me, then that just shows how misconstrued US priorities are.

Look in the car, if unlocked. Otherwise, look around to check the area before smashing the window. After searching the car, proceed to do the same with the gas station.

[The Jiggler]

Did you know that recently, Boeing patented plasma shields? 

The car is old and rusty due to it not being handled for about fifty years. All you find is a box of Winston cigarettes and some keys. Although the engine has been looted and only three wheels are left on their axles. You walk into the shop fairly easily. Although it's dark, the sun illuminates it enough that you can see. The shelves have mostly been sacked and the cash register has no money in it. Although, what value would standard American money be in such circumstances? There's a slurpee machine and some food on the shelves. There's also plenty of alcohol ice lockers to have anyone stay drunk for at least a year, even if they were heavy drinkers. 

[Benzo]

((Do I have any sort of backpack or should I find/search for one here?))

Unless it's canned, don't take any of the food from the shelves. Search for any kind of possibly uncontaminated beverages aside from the alcohol; Anything that wouldn't be a foolish thing to rely on for hydration in this hellish land.

[The Jiggler]

I'll give you a beige sling backpack which probably holds up to around ten pounds. Also, does Boyardee count as "Canned"? 

There's a few canned green beans, and some water. 

[Benzo]

(Aye, anything sealed with a metal package.)

Take the food and open one of the cans, proceeding to eat it if all seems well; Been God knows when since I had a decent meal, after all. After finding and taking anything that seemed remotely useful, proceed back outside.