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Connor White
Character information
  1. Alias
    Pooks
  2. Mental
    Colder and broken, though slowly mending
  3. Morale
    No hope, but still pushes on
  4. Date of birth
    1992-11-18 (26 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    United States
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Hispanic
  8. Languages
    English(Native), Spanish(Intermidiate)
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Family
    Any family that he had before is gone
  11. Religion
    Athiest

Description

  1. Height
    178 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Holds a leaner build but doesn't pack much musle to go with it
  4. Hair
    Short cut, black, somewhat groomed
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    A couple of scars on his hands from cutting accidents as a butcher
  8. Occupation
    Butcher, and hunter, trying to become a mercenary
  9. Affiliation
    None
  10. Role
    N/A

Background

His name is Conner White, a man who has found his way into Chernarus after arriving there to meet his family which included his mother and father. Not having much else, and being around twenty-three years old, he wanted more out of life and decided to stay with them after being offered a job from his father to work within his butcher shop. This gave him proficiency with the blade and before he knew it he was running the shop by 25 while his father took the chance to retire. Though soon the outbreak came in and his world fell apart, as he began to see the effects of this new world. His parents died early on and whatever people he knew were all slowly turning into the undead horde that wishes to kill him. This took a toll on him, breaking his charming nature and leaving a colder man that seems to only look out for himself. Though during softer moments, his old self breaks through and the charming man comes out for a moment until he is inevitably locked away again. The way he makes his living within this new world is through the use of his skills, trading meat and pelts as he butchers the animals he hunts. Though some moments he longs for feeling once more, and wonders if the call of battle will bring him that rush and hopes one day to possibly run his own mercenary company.


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