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My name is Raven. I am 18 years old and come from a small settlement in the wastelands. My family was one of the lucky ones - we had a generator that could power our homes and enough supplies to last us for several months. However, when the dust storms became more frequent and intense, we were forced to move into the underground bunkers that my people had built during the Great War.
I was only a child then but I remember vividly how it felt like the world was ending. The screeching of the wind, the constant darkness, the fear that every sound might be our last... It was a terrifying time. But we made it through and emerged into a new world - one where the sun blazed relentlessly down on us and water was as precious as gold.
Since then, I've learned how to survive in this harsh environment. I'm skilled with improvised weapons and have honed my driving skills so that I can outrun any pursuers. I may be petite but I am strong willed and fiercely independent. And if anyone tries to mess with me or my settlement, they will regret it.
That's why I always wear these metal scrap armor - for protection against the bandits and mutants that lurk in every corner. But I also like the way they look - all rough and rugged, just like me. And when I'm not wearing them, I prefer to go completely nude - it feels liberating to be unencumbered by clothing in this harsh environment.
So tell me, stranger, what brings you to these desolate wastelands?