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Sage Pace
Character information
  1. Mental
    Sane, Cautious, Untrusting
  2. Morale
    Average
  3. Date of birth
    1984-02-21 (35 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    South London, UK
  5. Nationality
    British
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  7. Languages
    English
  8. Relationship
    N/a
  9. Family
    Status Unknown
  10. Religion
    N/a

Description

  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    70 kg
  3. Build
    Average, High Endurance
  4. Hair
    Black - Grey
  5. Eyes
    Dusty Brown
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Burn scars on the left side of his face and upper left arm
    Distinct raspy English accent
  8. Occupation
    Disaster Relief Worker (UNDAC)
  9. Affiliation
    N/a
  10. Role
    N/a

Background

Location: Undisclosed hideout in Takistan
Time: 0300
Date: 6/5/17

“Sir the prisoner has arrived.”

HIM
“All right, send him in.”

“Mr. Pace, welcome.”

Sage reluctantly sat in the chair in front of him.

“Where did things go wrong? Your childhood was no more than average. Nice place to call home, a family. No partner in life except for your friend of course. Unfortunate he can’t be here.”

Sage stares blankly into the smug man’s eyes.

“Right so you went to school. Didn’t like it and started doing charity work around the world. Eventually you found yourself with the United Nations Disaster Assessment Coordination. Very nice of you to contribute to the world like that.”

“So where along the line did killing your good friend, through much of your life, come into play?”

Sage stares down at his feet with tears in his eyes and doesn’t answer.

The man would laugh a bit and look smug

“Right it doesn’t matter. You will be returned to the UK and be detained. You probably won't see the light of day for a very long time. I am sure you’ll be okay though. You’ve gotten plenty of that Takistan sun.”

Sage begins laughing out of overwhelming stress that has finally begin to show

“What is so funny?”

SAGE
“You want to know the truth? Once my crew and I arrived we spent two weeks reviving what was left of that town. Families and homes were torn apart by your war with your opposition in Takistan. Two weeks of near 24 hour days just making sure everyone was happy and getting food and water. After the attack hit the town a second time, because of your presence, my crew was taken. They could only assume we were with you. They didn’t know we were your cleanup crew. You know what they did? They tortured us. After killing everyone but myself and John they made us play a game.”

Sage struggles to finish the story

“At one end of the table was John and a knife. At the other was myself and a gun. They told us whoever wins gets to go. That’s why I was the only one who made it back. Not because I betrayed my country!”

Sage pauses and tears drop to the floor

“Obviously in a situation like that the guy with the gun would win. Unless the guy with the gun chose himself over his friend. But he didn’t and he feels terrible for it. The only reason he survived was because he was selfish. After that they let me go to come back and tell this story to scare everyone. That is the truth.”

Sage finishes his story and can’t stand to see himself in the mirror behind the man across the table

HIM
“Well that’s a nice tale Mr. Pace. Unfortunately it just isn’t believable. At least I don’t believe it. Once I turn you over to British authorities I will look like a hero. You know what they say Mr. Pace. One man’s truth is another man’s lie. In this case everyone will think you lied. I think we are done here Mr. Pace. I will be sure to take care of your family for you when they hear you died in the middle of all the chaos.”

The man stands up and pats Sage on the shoulder as he finishes speaking

Sage bursts to his feet, yelling and struggling to move as he is handcuffed to the table

The man turns around and speaks

“Hey calm down man, I am going to be a hero. Your family will be safe.”

The door slams shut and Sage begins crying

Location: Undisclosed hideout in Takistan
Time: 0900
Date: Approx. 6/29/2017

At this point Sage still hadn’t been brought back to the UK. There were only a few people left at the hideout. Something was going on outside but he didn’t know what. He hadn’t see daylight for weeks. They were feeding him minimal portions and little water. He was being left to rot. Why though? He thought he was going to be turned in for glorification.

Date: Approx. 7/4/2017

Sage woke up in his cold, claustrophobic, concrete cell. The guards inside were running around grabbing supplies and leaving. They left Sage behind. Something was going on. Sage tried to peek through the only tiny hole he had that looked outside. He couldn’t see much other than trucks throwing up sand as they drove away. Then he heard screaming from the inside of the hideout. He tried to peek down the hall but couldn’t see anything.

One guard ran past his cell. He quickly explained to Sage that everything was going to hell and everything Sage has been through wasn’t right. He tried unlocking the cell when an infected came up behind the guard and attacked him. At the time Sage had no idea what was happening. He sat in his cell for hours before he attempted to grab the keys. The infected still outside of his cell reaching through the bars.

Sage managed to knock the infected back, grab the guard’s sidearm and keys. He shot the infected and opened the cell. At this same time large explosions were heard that shook the entire hideout. Sage was all too familiar with this experience. The area was being bombed. More bombing could be heard in the distance. It didn’t matter what was going on anymore, all he knew is he had to get out.

After hours of struggling to get away from the bombing Sage was somewhat safe. He spent the next several days surviving in Takistan. Over the course of a few weeks he eventually found a vehicle and headed for western Chernarus after hearing about a small camp of survivors who had an evac helicopter on the way. When Sage arrived no one was there. He had been alone for too long.

After surviving alone, for the majority of the infection, in an old bunker that felt all too much like his cell he finally caught wind of activity in South Zagoria. At this point Sage was just desperate for human interaction. He has since made his way to South Zagoria and has been in the area for a few months. He has run into some nice people but has been too untrusting (with reason) for his own good. He hasn’t been able to make any progress towards befriending good people.

He wants to believe he is a good person. As of late he has been doubting himself. He feels split. He feels like two different people and as they say, one man’s truth is another man’s lie. So now it is time for Sage to figure out which man he is.

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