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Server time: 2019-04-19, 15:27
Chase Williams
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1985-06-21 (33 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    New York City, New York
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Family
    Edward Williams, Sarah Williams


  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    83 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Evil
  7. Features
    Scar on the left bicep
  8. Occupation
    Mafia Member


My name is Chase. Chase Williams for that matter. I was born in New York City, during that huge wave of violence that claimed many lives across the city. I was born into a fairly poor family, struggling to make ends meet. Growing up, I was always the kid on the playground who was bullied due to the lack of new clothes and shoes, but overall I enjoyed my childhood, well that was until my siblings and mother was killed by a drunk police officer on his way home from a night of partying and drinking. It effected my father like nothing else before had, he drunk himself to death all day and all night, which led to him committing suicide when I was 10. I was lucky enough to get picked up by my best friends dad, who just happened to be Mr John Gotti, the infamous leader of the Gambino Crime Family in NYC. As a kid I never realized who exactly he was, until I grew into my teens, I finally realized who Mr Gotti truly was. But I owed the man everything, he took me in when I had nobody, and he ultimately saved me from the shit show foster care agency's, so I had no issues lending him a hand. I became a prominent member of the Gambino Family, often pulling low level hits on rival mobs, and partying with strippers in the Bronx, but that all changed when Mr Gotti sent me to Chernarus, to finally step up in the political game and meet and discuss with some potential drug suppliers. I remember landing and seeing the shit hit the fan, people were freaking out and thats when I realized something was wrong in this crazy country. Looking out of the plane windows, I saw these dead people chasing other, some said they were zombies but I didn't believe it at first, but I guess they were right, in all they were zombies man, zombies. Here I am, stuck in a forsaken country with absolutely zero contacts, people were shooting each other, and getting mauled by these "zombies". I ran, I ran from that airport and didn't look back. So now, I guess here I am. The mafia blood runs thick through me, im not sure if I should rob and kill everyone that seems untrustworthy, or if I should trust and help everyone I come into contact with. I pray I make it through this hell hole in one piece, and with my brain still intact.


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