Storyteller
The old man always had good stories, which was a rare thing after the end came. He always had a crowd congregated around the illumination array. No one knew who he was before, he just showed up at the shelter one day, long grey hair and beard, and no explanations. In fact, the story of how he survived was one he never told. He didn't lack for material though and the way he told it you'd swear he was there, battling alongside knights, sorcerers and dragons. But that was impossible; everyone knew there was no such thing as magic.