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Atticus Sloan
Character information
  1. Alias
    Atticus
  2. Mental
    Reserved
  3. Date of birth
    1994-04-16 (25 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Russia
  5. Nationality
    American
  6. Ethnicity
    White
  7. Languages
    English
  8. Family
    Jen, Ptolemy

Description

  1. Height
    186 cm
  2. Weight
    82 kg
  3. Build
    Muscular
  4. Hair
    Medium length hair with a black color
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Equipment
    Cowboy hat and Multivitamins.
  8. Role
    Hauler

Background

My names Atticus, Atticus Sloan a man born in the heart of Russian however I got sent to live with my aunt in Kansas, United States. During my time with my aunt I never really gotten close with her. She was just the person who raised me and that was about it. Once I got accepted into MIT University I was thrilled. However due to the difficulty of the school I didn't have much to do but study all day until I got tired of this life. I had some friends try out for the United States Marines and they told me it provided great benefits in life such as pay and insurance. This gave me the reason to go speak to Sergeant William, a recruiter that could help me become a medic in the Marine Corps. While in boot camp I was screamed at 24/7, broken into the strong man I am today. I learned out to suture up wounds and stop infections whenever possible making me a great aid for the military at the time. I had learned all the basics and this was when I was stationed on the front lines. I began making my way up the ranks until I became a Lance Corporal and the worst day of my life happened. 3 years after joining the Marines, I was working on the battlefield dragging my men out of the battlefield and into a surgical room as fast as possible ensuring they would live until I couldn't save the one person most dear to me Lance Corporal Jack. This darn bastard had to die on the table while I was working on saving his damn life. This threw me into a crazed limbo where I couldn't find a place to settle. I decided to spend a couple years in England finding myself rapidly running out of money from spending it all at the bar. I met a few people but they were of any importance to me. My life for these 2 years went by like a blur where I just lived without enjoying life at all until I was flying with my last amount of money I had in my bank account to Russia. During this flight the outbreak happened and I got attacked at the airport right when we landed. People were running around frantically and scared I decided I would run off and get out of the area as fast as possible. I stole a car and drove until I couldn't drive no more. I had reached Chernarus, no gas in my car running low on food and I decided I would use the abandoned houses near by as a new home. Since wood became once again a common commodity for fires and such I became a man that lived out in the woods chopping trees for people heading to the city only to trade and meet up with others. This marks my journey as I strive to live in Chernarus without getting killed.

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