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The Nikitin Prodejna - Trade Post Event
TOMORROW | 2019-04-21 17:00:00 (server time) | Starts in 1 day, 19 hours, 43 minutes | Chernogorsk Docks | Peaceful
Kas Carter
Character information
  1. Alias
    'kas'
  2. Mental
    Sane, slightly declining due to PTSD related issues
  3. Morale
    helping others before myself
  4. Date of birth
    2019-03-22
  5. Place of birth
    american home front
  6. Nationality
    Australian
  7. Ethnicity
    White
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    Антон (husband) (deceased)
  10. Family
    None.
  11. Religion
    None- atheist

Description

  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    62 kg
  3. Build
    average
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Features
    minor scuffs on left cheek, claw mark on left side of the neck
  7. Equipment
    small supply of medical equipment, surgical gloves.
  8. Occupation
    NATO medic
  9. Affiliation
    The corporation.
  10. Role
    combat medic

Background

...ever since the battle of Vybor. i seen my squad members fall one by one and succumb to the cold touch of death... i tried the best i could... my training wasn't enough. My supplies weren't enough. they bled out within minutes of them being bitten, these things came out of no where and just attacked, only ever letting out one warning sound before they closed in.... we could have never held the perimeter, the beasts were too fast. their bodies soaked the bullets like nothing...

by the second week the wolves had ripped out the throats of 6 squad mates, the zombies didn't help. 

the second week was worse though... we had moved from the FOB due to the danger of being overwhelmed, but the team had lost faith, myself included. I had lost everything. bandits took everything, my husband and child... thought they were infected and tore out their insides like a deer.... we found them approximately a week after it happened.

i couldn't save them. i couldn't save my team mates.... what kind of a NATO medic am i then. 

but that is the past. i am more effective now, no more emotion. no more fear.

i will help the people in need... 
i need to help people... 
i cannot fail society anymore... well what's left of it.

these surgeons gloves will spill blood, whether it brings death to the living, or living to death. 
i will always remain.


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