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Server time: 2019-05-23, 04:04
Gabriel Lemons
Character information
  1. Mental
    slowly losing it
  2. Morale
    Extreamly low
  3. Date of birth
    1998-12-23 (20 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Estonia
  5. Nationality
    Estonian
  6. Ethnicity
    Estonian
  7. Languages
    Estonian, English and a tiny bit of Russian and Finnish
  8. Relationship
    -
  9. Family
    -
  10. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    189 cm
  2. Weight
    69 kg
  3. Build
    Athletic
  4. Hair
    Short and brown
  5. Eyes
    Amber eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    The right hands pinky finger has been cut off, blind from the left eye, several whip scars on the back and a slight scar around the throat.
  8. Equipment
    What has the most pockets goes, also a black cap.
  9. Occupation
    -
  10. Affiliation
    -
  11. Role
    -

Background

A dim light let up the room that was shaped like an iron box. The room had only one oval shaped iron door with a window so thick a bullet could`nt pierce it. The walls of the room were rusted and in the middle of that three man sat behind a small table. One of them had just finished talking, drank his shot of vodka and gestured at me. I cleared my throat and started speaking ` Well to tell you the truth the first memories i had of my life were when I was about 10. Can you f*cking belive it. Cant remember anything before that. I was raised in a foster home and that shit was hell. The so called foster parents were torturing us there. And you know why nowbody noticed? Because nobody lived near enough to care. That place was in the middle of nowhere in Estonia called Võru. There were only about 12 children as far as i knew, but they kept us in diffrent parts of the house. Just a quick mention the house wasa quite old and big mansion. There were 3 foster parents. The first one was Fat Jim. He wasn`t only big but he was the size of two hippos making love.` The two guys laughed a bit and I continued to speak ` Sorry for the bad jokes, but it was the only way to cope with the pain. Anyways The other two were Tom and Miss Oak. They kept most of us in 4 person rooms so we could not to talk to eachother or make schemes to escape so easily. But it didnt matter because they couldn`t see the apocalypse coming. Anyways The worst memory i have of that place was, when the foster parents did not let us eat for 4 days and we were so hunry i just could not take it. I took my two bobby pins that i had been trying to unlock the door with. So I tought i would give it one more shot and actually got the door open this time. As I made my way trying to find the kitchen I found something that would hount me for a long time, there was a door. On the door was a word written in red bodies. I tought no way there could be such a thing. I went and opend the door and there they were. Bodies of people and the creepy part was that it was the kitchen and the worst part of this was that Tom was in the middle of that room, behind a table, a piece of meat in one hand and staring me straight in the eye.
Will finish next time

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