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William Little
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Character information
  1. Alias
    Cheburashka
  2. Mental
    Never quite got used to the apocalypse
  3. Morale
    Poor.
  4. Date of birth
    1997-06-11 (22 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Brighton, Massachusetts, United States of America
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English, Conversational-ish Russian
  9. Family
    Michael Little (Father) ; Jean Little (Mother) ; Michelle Little (Sister)
  10. Religion
    Roman Catholic (Not Practiced)

Description

  1. Height
    172 cm
  2. Weight
    66 kg
  3. Build
    Proportional-looking. A little skinny for his height.
  4. Hair
    Light to Dark Brown. Styled with sweat.
  5. Eyes
    Brown. Unremarkable.
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    William has a small, mostly faded scar in between his chin and lower lip, from an injury sustained as a baby by falling off a couch.
  8. Occupation
    Language student studying abroad

Background

William's life had been fairly formulaic and unexceptional. He was born to two upper middle class parents, trapped in a loveless marriage, in New England in the late 1990s. One can probably predict the trajectory his life would take from this knowledge alone. Immediately his parents had high hopes for him and expected much. As such, they pushed him to excel academically as soon as he entered his school-age years. Of course, he complied, since he wanted to be a good kid (and understood no other possibilities) and began to obtain high marks on any assessments he was given. He learned to read younger than usual and at a faster pace than his peers. He worked with numbers as if they were his playthings at home, always getting them to do what he had aimed. Physically, he developed well-enough, but not exceptionally, and did not even begin to interest himself in sports or other such pursuits. This was not any matter, though. His parents and he only desired intellectual achievements as he plodded on through the years of rigid instruction and regurgitating the useless word salads that had been force fed to him. William eventually became a larger toddler, then a child, then a teen, and graduated from his secondary education as his school's valedictorian. He was proud, of course, but began to feel as if he was simply moving through the motions. Obviously he earned such an honor, he thought to himself. His entire life had been leading to that. William earned a scholarship to some small New England liberal arts college which his parents recommended, on their penny, and attended it without much fanfare as a student of history and modern languages. His major content area had actually been one of the first actual decisions he'd made in his life.

By the time he was 19, his earlier years had passed by in seemingly an instant. What was there to remember other than equations and formulas, theorems and postulates, names and dates, facts and figures? Realizing what a waste of time his upbringing had been, he decided that he wanted to travel, see the world, gain some small amount of perspective on this planet before the next two decades passed by just as quickly. Taking advantage of the resources at his college's disposal, he planned a semester abroad somewhere in Russia as part of an exchange student program. Although the academic year would not begin until the autumn of 2017, his program allowed him to travel to Russia in the summer, to get accustomed to his host family. His flight was scheduled for early in July, and, as soon as the date came, he boarded his plane with optimism and a certain gladness about him, that seemed to communicate to others that he was escaping mediocrity. 

This trip had a layover in Chernarus... [Finish later about how the flight was grounded during the beginning of the infection due to the hostilities between Russia and Chernarus. William becomes trapped in the country and takes to the woods as any population centers he finds refuge with become overrun. Since then, he has tried to limit contact with people, out of fear and instinct of self-preservation. He has been part of no larger survivor groups and thus has not become accustomed to traditions like carrying a radio around at all times. While William is no woodsman, he has learned what he must in order to at least traverse the new and dangerous world, if not wholly thrive in it. William has spent most of his time the last two years wandering around looking for food, and has only recently entered South Zagoria.]


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