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Ender Bakke
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1995-04-20 (23 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    English, Norwegian


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Thin, athletic.
  4. Hair
    Short, black.
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Thin, athletic physique.
    Short hair, black
    Bright, blue eyes.
    Looks amazing with a leather fedora.
  8. Equipment
    Self-made leather hat.
    Light civillian clothing or hunting equipment.
  9. Occupation
    Hunter, leatherworker.


Ender was born in 1995 in Bergen. His father was a british businessman, owner of a handful of bakeries and confectionaries, and his mother was a simple shopkeeper. They argued about his name for a long time, but eventually came to the decision that the father would give the first name, and he'd keep his mothers surname. At the age of 16, he and a group of his friends got into hunting thanks to the father of one of them, who brought them along on a hunting trip. Ever since then, Ender eagerly participated in target practice, hunting trips, and things like that. Eventually, he decided to learn more about what one could do with the game, and at the age of 18, he got into leatherworking, and began making things out of the skin of the animals he and others hunted. It was just a hobby, but the products he sold earned him a decent amount of pocketchange. After graduating from school and working a couple of years, Ender and a group of his hunting buddies decided to go on a vacation. Travelling from country to country, hunting where they could get permission to and visiting tourism spots where they couldn't. Chernarus was just a country they were passing through. None of them had any interest in hunting in a country recovering from civil war. They were spending a few days there, before taking a flight out. That was the plan, atleast. The day there were going to fly out, Ender woke up with a massive hangover. He had gotten the brilliant idea of visiting a pub the night prior, and one thing lead to another, and he got hammered. His passport was gone, and he missed his flight, while his companions left without him. Despite how different the country was, Ender found something charming about it... The people, the city itself. He decided to hang around for a while. Days became weeks, and weeks became months... Living in a hostel in Chernarus, he one day realized his money was running out, and decided he should get his ass back home... But then it was too late. Political demonstrations and protests flared, and things got a bit dangerous... Ender wasn't really interested in going out with that mess ongoing, so he decided to stay indoors, to wait it out... Surely it'd be over soon, right? Riiight? Nope. Martial law was declared, and things got even worse. He didn't really feel like taking the risk of heading to an airport as a foreigner in a country like this in the middle of such a tense situation, so he stayed low, spending time with the few friends he had made in the city, desperately hoping it wouldn't end up in another war... One night, Ender awoke the loud noises in the distance, and he went down to the lounge to see if anyone knew what it was. Unfortunately, nobody knew, and several of the other people that came down looked scared... No wonder. It seemed that war was coming after all... And Ender was stuck in the middle of it. He overheard people talking about the airport... And there not being any fligths out. Then soldiers set up a checkpoint right next to the hostel... More and more military personell arrived, and it seemed like it'd be relatively safe. But Ender just wanted to get home. One mistake lead to him staying... And he regretted it more than anything. He was afraid, terrified of what could happen. War wasn't something he wanted to get stuck in the middle of! The soldiers told the staff and guests to make the place safe. And it ended up with all entrances being barricaded, closed off with wood and furniture. Ender heard rumors of there being some sort of infection. A virus, that made people attack eachother... Eventually US soldiers showed.They came through the city of Dubky, and gave a shimmer of hope. They were going to solve this, surely... Or not. The 19th, the shimmer of hope died. Infected people attacked the people and soldiers, overwhelming them. The janitor calmed people and brought us downstairs... Occassionally, he'd go see what the situation was, and tell us. But we couldn't stay there forever... Someone passed out food, but he didn't pay attention to who. He was too occupied with listening... Trying to hear what was going on... All those subtle noises of the infected out there... A plan to get out was hatched. To fight back the infected and get the main door closed. A simple plan... In theory. However, when they tried closing the door, an infected got into the hostel. Someone screamed, and more infected came. One of them got one of th estaff, and started eating him alive! There was no time. The plan failed. Everyone stormed out, running... Not everyone made it. The streets were packed with them... There were so many. Ender was fast... He ran, and ran... Separated from the others, he ran deep into the woods until his legs wouldn't support him any further.

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REEEEEEEEEE. Stealin mah name

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