Name: Kiiran Brennan
Age: 27
DOB: August 8th
Sign: Leo
Occupation:  Is a mechanic and engineer in an experimental government weapons factory.
Personality: Tenacious, Outgoing, Curious and Observant.
Blood Type:  B
Hair Color: Olive Green
Eye Color:  Gold.
Skin Color: Light/Warm
Weapon: Collapsible spear.  ((He named her Juliette, after his mother XD ))
Handedness: Right handed. 
Distinguishing Marks: Has his nipples pierced…
History: 
Kiiran’s father died in the fifth world war. His mother Juliette was a factory worker, and he grew up in the factories, being taught by the engineer’s that worked there. Discovering he had a knack for mechanics and engineering, he went to UUCofE  ((University of United Colonies of Etola)) and  got a job with Kiteran’s Weapons Factory. He has worked there since he was eighteen. 
Kiiran has dated several men in the past, but it never went past the third or fourth date. He’s pretty tough, and he’s sharp witted and sharp tongued. He left many of his less educated dates in the dust, and is currently is pretty lonely. He has a goldfish that he loves, and that he talks to when the nights get too long. 
He has a crush on Mikhail, Bodyguard of the president of the United Colonies of Etola.  Mikhail waits outside the club for the president every night, and Mikhail watches him from the balcony of his apartment. On a more amusing note, he is familiar with the bouncers at the club ((café 9)) and has friends that attend, so he slips them love notes to give to Mikhail. ((Who usually reads them, crumples them and stuffs them into a pocket and tries to forget them. He has a stack of them at home though…for what that tells you about the president’s mysterious bodyguard…))
Another thing to note about Kiiran, is that he’s fairly upbeat, and to be honest a pretty big slob. He spends a lot of time up at night designing things or doing research for his job, so he doesn’t iron his suit. The higher ups make him wear it, but they can’t make him wear it right. The tie is worn grudgingly.



Name: Mikhail Vicar
Age: 24
DOB: October 13th
Sign: Libra
Occupation:  Bodyguard
Personality: Romantic, Forward Thinker, Quick to Action and a little bit mysterious.
Blood Type:  O
Hair Color: Dark brown with blonde bangs.
Eye Color:  Green
Skin Color: Tan
Weapon:  Walther PPK
Handedness:  Left Handed. 
Distinguishing Marks:  Tattoo around his navel, which is pierced. He has a tribal leg band tattoo as well.
History:  Quiet, calm, but observant to his environment. He was a police officer between the ages of eighteen and twenty. He fell in love with another officer, who was killed. He has sworn off relationships of any kind, though he is a flirt he always goes home alone at night. 
He won’t tell anyone much of anything about himself, preferring to hear them talk about themselves, so he’s fairly popular with the locals, and even the President, who he found himself working for as a bodyguard. Mikhail’s apartment is one door down from the President’s, and he mostly keeps to himself. Drinking alone is a hobby. That and reading the mysterious love letters he’s getting from someone anonymous in the club…
Mikhail’s gun was handed down to him from his father. His family lived far beyond the city in the wastelands. They were killed in a skirmish with some of the mutants outside the city when he was ten. He was a wasteland’s kid, and while not perhaps as educated as most, he loves to read and write poetry, which is perhaps why he so enjoys the love letters he’s getting. He’s also a talented and resourceful fighter, seldom needing to draw his gun when the world around him provides him with all the weapons he needs. This is perhaps due to the years between when his parents died and when he was old enough to join the police force that he was homeless.

Overview of the World in “The President’s Bodyguard.” :

Earth, our Earth.  After three violent world wars have shaken it to the ground. Wastelands emerged between cities, leaving hard working but poor people making their living on the still fertile land and aquifers just outside of said cities. In some places, cleaning plants have been set up to begin the slow recovery from the most familiar human plague, War. The funny thing is that no matter how destroyed the planet, humanity, just as it always has, cannot even remember why the battles that scorched the earth have happened, and those that did have taken the secret to their graves. 
Each great city elects a president, and it is that president’s job to further the expansion of cities, the creation of safe jobs, and the overseeing of wasteland agriculture surrounding the cities, promoting better places for people to live. All the cities presidents meet frequently on neutral territory to discuss the best laws to make for the general public.
The most recent war, WWV left many children without parents, and Kiiran and Mikhail are of that generation. Humanity has ceased it’s bickering over race, religion, gender and sexuality and has moved on to what really matters. Uniting to survive and reclaim what was so callously discarded by the generations before them.
Technology has survived, and thrives within the cities. Television, Computers, Cell phones….they are all invaluable tools that were maintained out of desperation. They also set city people apart from the people of the wasteland. In the wastelands it is more primitive, and many have united into tribal cultures. Law is of the land, kill or be killed, try and survive and make enough money with agriculture to move into the cities, get an education, and get a better job.
Another thing to contend with are mutations. Animals altered by exposure to biological and radioactive warfare have changed, and have become just as desperate to survive as humans. The crowd together, usually in packs, roaming the wastelands for food and water, which often puts them at odds with the poorer people in the wastelands. Death is very common there, and the sanctity of life is very important to all people from the wasteland culture.
The cities expand and bustle, and work is to be had, as well as good housing for those who can afford it. The world itself all seems safe from within the cities, but that is not true. Extensive militia is required and must be properly armed to keep the violent wildlife and desperate lawless humans at bay. That is why Experimental Weapons plants, like Kiteran’s Weapons Factory exist. To provide law enforcement and wasteland dwellers something better to protect themselves with.  ((weapons in the wasteland are usually pretty archaic, like Mikhails Walther PPK, a gun that was antique enough, considering the one handed down to him from his father was from WWII.))