"What's left of this wretched world, I can't save. You, I can." -A seemingly down to earth adolescent who inherited the local antique shop, but know him a little longer and you'll find that he is hiding something -bad.
At first glance, he seems like a normal one. Only keeps to himself, able to draw more out from you than you would from him. Harmless, amiable, responsible, has an intelligent curiousity of the world. But when you get to know him better, it becomes apparent he is more than he seems. Also, his pockets contain a weird assortment of items.
Very, VERY, prepared for a zombie apocalypse.
Handphone (3G, mind you), Satchel of powdered glass. Phial of itching powder, Keys, Money. A small worn notebook under lock and key
I read everything, even the rules. :/
Silverpine Antiquities is for now, under his name and he has access to it's stores. It is, like it's namesake, an antique shop where folks pawn off heirlooms while other purchase them. Of course, that alone is barely enough to earn a living so it has become the town's "E-bay" as well.
Things get auctioned, sold and returned to their owners for a small fee each time.
Little do they know that the second story of the establishment is not just the storehouse but the Silverpine's home, they may be well off but they choose to stay here.
The original owner of the store has left the country and put his son in charge till he returns, though because of University studies the place is open for fewer hours than before. None of the customers are complaining, still, they wish the old Silvepine would return soon.