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William Schmidt
Character information
  1. Alias
    Bill
  2. Mental
    Cautious
  3. Morale
    Faltering
  4. Date of birth
    1987-03-20 (32 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    The United States of America
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    German
  8. Languages
    English, German, Spanish
  9. Relationship
    N/A
  10. Family
    Presumably none alive
  11. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
    Lean
  4. Hair
    Short, light brown
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Light scars on chest and side from roadside bomb. Tattoo quarter sleeve on left arm.
  8. Equipment
    Equipment:
    -Plate Carrier
    -Rifle
    -Whatever clothing can be found
    -Basic survival equipment and medical supplies

    Skills:
    -Military training
    -Medical training (EMT)
    -Degree in biology
    -Business skills

  9. Occupation
    Junior Researcher at Father's company
  10. Affiliation
    N/A
  11. Role
    N/A

Background

4/10/19,
639 days since the world went to shit. I can barely keep track anymore. Just had a "delightful" dinner of boiled goat meat. Grateful that this thing doesn't seem to care about the animals. Sometimes I wish I hadn't always listened to my parents advice. I might not be in this mess if that were the case. I've been in Chernarus, this shithole of a country, for almost 2 years. Seems like an eternity. Gotta love working at your parents company. Microbiology research might seem like a fascinating field to some, but honestly I couldn't care less. I should have just stayed in the Army, that was something I could wrap my head around. To think that I only joined the reserves as a way to help pay for school, since father couldn't be bothered to use any of his connections that he always bragged about to our family back in Chile. It took me almost 10 years to graduate from school thanks to the war in Afghanistan. I don't really mind though, never had a taste for education. How many was it, 3 tours? It's hard to remember my life before the collapse sometimes. I've been fighting for so long now, fighting just to stay alive. Whole lotta good this degree in biology has done me recently. As if I could ever have figured out what the hell caused all this. Grandfather was the one who truly understood biology, genetics and the like. Too bad his skills were put to ill use. No matter, none of that matters now. I need to find some people. It's been so tiring trying to make it on my own. I'm really apprehensive about this prospect though. The last group I came into contact with aren't around anymore, found out the hard way I know my way around a gun. They shouldn't have tried it. In the morning I've gotta keep going. At least I can cross Zelenogorsk off my list. There's no one here that I can trust. Let's see if I can manage to catch some sleep tonight, I doubt it.

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