User:Hakael

As the ship from Ireland docks at the Port of Brunswick, a new face among many walks down the gangplank and touches his feet to the soil of his new home. It has been a long journey through rough seas and even rougher political persecution. He has escaped Ireland with just the clothes he's wearing and has to fight to survive and create a new life for himself.

He has no family, they were all taken from him during the segregation times of the political wars. He has to make a name for himself and redeem his family and their hope.

As he walks down a crowded dirt street with vendors shouting their wares on either side, something catches the corner of his eye. To the left is a well dressed young man who seems to be actively searching the crowd for someone, or something. I walk over to him hoping to help out and get my name floating around town as a trusted man who is seeking revenue.

"Pardon me sir, you seem to be looking for something in the crowd. Is it something I can help you with?"

"Oh" startled, the man continues. "I am Henry," shaking my hand, "I am looking for a good set of hands, and by your handshake you seem like you might be able to help me after all".

I try not to let the excitement show on my face, "well I believe that I have skills at pretty much anything you may need assistance with, what would you like me to do?"

"I am an entrepreneur for the Allegheny Midwest Energy company and I need someone to assist me in getting the word out about our products. How are your people skills?" asks Henry.

"Well sir, I just arrived off the ship from Ireland about five minutes ago and I seem to have already landed a job just by approaching you and asking a question. How ARE my people skills?" I reply.

"Well met good sir. By the way, what is your name?" Henry inquires.

Hakael...