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Laila Constantine
Character information
  1. Mental
    Quiet, introverted, patient...
  2. Morale
    Level
  3. Date of birth
    1989-01-09 (30 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Unknown
  5. Nationality
    Unknown, Perhaps Norwegian
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian / Mix
  7. Languages
    Broken English
  8. Family
    Her Brother, Mathias.
  9. Religion
    Her beliefs are delved in faith for the Christian God.

Description

  1. Height
    160 cm
  2. Weight
    54 kg
  3. Build
    Average / Thinly muscled
  4. Hair
    Light Brown
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Features
    She has a circular scar, just under her jawline, at the side of her neck - it appears to be human teeth marks.
  7. Equipment
    She keeps a journal and charcoal so she can draw people or animals she encounters.. She also has a few books that detail native plants to Chernarus that she can use to make different types of medicines. + 1 glass vial around her neck, containing some of her Mother's ashes.
  8. Occupation
    Prior to the fall, working with mistreated /injured animals / After the fall, she hunts and uses all the materials she can to stay alive.
  9. Affiliation
    N/A
  10. Role
    N/A

Background

 Laila, Born to an Average family, albeit 'hippie like' in the manner in which she was raised.. God was something she came to know and love, a bible being the primary tool her mother had used, while homeschooling herself and her brother; However, There were aspects to Laila's upbringing that some might peg delved in mysticism and almost druid-like understanding of the world around them.. 

 Before the fall of society, Both Laila and her Brother Mathias had armed themselves with a bounty of gear, bows, arrows, spears and yet no 'modern day' indulgences and set out of a journey for inner discovery, understanding and to obtain a closeness with the earth they'd lost prior to the fall...

For all intensive purposes, Laila's life had been relatively quiet and humble, she once pressed into college taking a few courses in homeopathic / alternative medicine, simply out of curiosity and nothing more.. She lived in Norway, Sweden, Finland.. Traveled a great deal, pulling Odd jobs for the sake of survival alone - material possessions, simply, unimportant. 

Then her Mother died..

Then society fell 

this is the beginning of her Road in Chernarus.

Dedicated in the Wasteland: 

August 6th... year? The year the world fucked us over... 

"Mathias is hunting.. The ground is wet, the air is clear - We heard the pack move through the woods as we slept, heard their howls.. I don't even know where we are anymore - we've somehow traveled into this place and now? Well, it's become clear that wolves in a forest are less a threat than humans themselves..  When we hunt, we take all portions of the animal.. eat of it, wear it's fur and skins, grind it's bones for meal and arrows, honor the animal for it's life.... but the people in this place...? It's like they've all gone insane.. I used to turn a cringed gnash of teeth toward the idea of people hunting /animals/ for trophy and not for the sake of survival but, the people here... they are hunting each other, for no benefit other than to feed some kind of urge within themselves.. They do it out of boredom.. out of spite... because it's fun?" 

"In any case, due to the severity of the actions we've seen thus far, Mathias and I both, have decided we'll observe... calculate.. make attempts at contact with people, however briefly if the time arises it's needed.. With the amount of friends, of allies we've lost already, we've also come to understand every hunt could mean we won't see each other again.. This is life now. " 

 

 

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