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Michael Vee
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Positive mental attitude, rational thinker
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1990-08-31 (28 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Minor Spanish
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Danielle and Burt
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    113 kg
  3. Build
    Muscular, husky, a little flabby
  4. Hair
    Dark Blonde,
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Features
    Scarred knuckles, dry skin on his face, enthusiastic demeanor
  8. Equipment
  9. Occupation
    Chemical Engineer
  10. Affiliation
    None, open to joining
  11. Role


A few years before the outbreak, he was like any other post-grad student finding his way in the world. Finally, after his what seemed like endless search for purpose, and a few dozen empty bottles of cheap-ass whisky, he eventually found himself with a rather prestigous job located in the US. Heh, thinking about it seems like a lifetime ago, he hardly remembers the comforts and way of life pre-Z. With his specialty in chemical manufacturing , the parent company he worked for sent him to a contract manufacturer plant in Chernarus, about a month or so before the outbreak.

Obviously, he had his reservations about the area due to the regional instability and violence in recent years, but the plant was impacting the companies bottom line. The corrosive chemicals the plants were leaking into the towns water supply would have huge ramifications with the unstable government if he didn't go and smooth it over. In an attempt to rise to the occasion and hope for a pay raise, he reluctantly yet excitedly accepted the role. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

He and his new colleagues worked tirelessly around the clock to mitigate the plant's issues. After all, with all the rebel action and talks of surrounding danger, the sooner he finished the quicker he could go home... The local water was still a bit contaminated, causing the occasional illness to those who still tried to drink the surface water. Things were going ahead of schedule when his travel guide burst in to say in a heavy accent, "We haev to goh! Now!" Heading towards the small south west regional airport, the guide discussed with him the rebel activity and a... A rabies outbreak? The military clashes were known, but he'd never heard of a rabies outbreak before, at least in a population of humans. It sounded fishy but he didn't think twice about getting the fuck out of there.

Finally reaching the small airport, he noticed the large mass of terrified people. Pushing and shoving through, they read on the terminal that all flights out were cancelled due to insurgencies in the area. Over the loudspeakers, an announcement was made that the military was coming to relocate them. The look of horror on the crowds face seem to suggest something else, and his guide certainly had his suspicions. Were they rebels coming to terrorize? Did the military think they were the rebels? Was someone in the crowd exposed to the rabies vrius? Better to not find out... "I must return to my family!" , his guide shouted, as the increasing chaos lead to rioting. At that point, he didn't think. He fled.

Now on his own, he pushed his way out and sprinted up into nearby forest, only stopping to vomit from the stress and exhaustion. Eventually, he came across a small town. Garbage and smoldering wrecks were everywhere yet he felt like the only one here. "Hello?!" he shouted. "US citizen!" he pathetically echoed.

Eventually, a man shouted back. Nervous at the mans roar, he approached with caution. In a back yard he found the man whos gait was irregular. "Man I'm glad..." his statement was interrupted by a bloody gurgle. The man had a large knife lodged in his arm which appeared to not phase him as he charged, tackling the survivor to the ground. As he was mauling him, he had no choice but to pull the knife out and lodge it elsewhere - his head. "ohfuckohfuckohfuck" his mind kept repeating as he noticed the blood was also his own. He was certain his fate was sealed. He entered the opened back door to the mans house and desperatley searched for a first aid kit. As he patched himself up, he lost hope. He knew his fate was sealed, there was nowhere for a rabies shot or medical attention. His survival instinct turned to acceptance as he laid in the small house waiting to die. He closed his eyes for what he thought was the last time.

Two days had passed when he woke up. The wounds appeared to begin their healing process. Painfully, he rose as the need for water and food compelled him. He survived on the nearby supplies of a disheveled grocery store as the days turned to two weeks. The gunshots in the distance seemed to subside as the smoke and sound of jets filled the skies. He had no idea why the illness had not affected him but this was not the time to question anything. He knew that his thirst was satiated indicating that he was not rabid, or at least for now.

Emboldened by the fact that he wasn't dead yet, he was ready to find answers. "I have to get out of here", he thought to himself. "I have to get home." He thought of his loved ones and family overseas as he packed the last of the stores food in his make shift rucksack. He made his exit and adjusted his eyes to the sun.


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