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Clay Brown
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1991-04-06 (28 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Atlanta, Georgia, USA
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages
  6. Relationship
  7. Family
    All deceased


  1. Height
    189 cm
  2. Weight
    180 kg
  3. Build
    Thin and tall, very lanky
  4. Hair
    Brown, almost like a "swoosh" across his head
  5. Eyes


The name of my character is Clay, who was a computer technician before the outbreak. Clay has been alone for years, ever since his parents were killed. He was 10 years old when his uncle came to his house and began shouting with his parents, to this day he's not sure what it was about, but what he does remember is hearing the abrupt BANG. BANG. BANG. There was no more shouting. He heard footsteps creep down the hallway, and then his door opened. He looked at his uncle straight in the eyes and saw him make a gesture with his fingers and say, "Shhhhhhhh" His uncle closed the door, there was a pause. BANG. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity Clay went out to see what happened. What he saw is etched in his eyes to this day. His mother and father sprawled out on the ground, a hole in each of their heads. In the middle of the living room lie the culprit, his uncle, with a bullet in his head as well.
Those memories never left him, and they changed him forever. From that day he was always distant, cold, unfeeling. Not harsh towards anyone, but so distant that you're not even sure if he's on the same planet as everyone else. He lived with his grandfather after then, who pushed him as hard as anyone ever had. He became bitter and began to hate the old man, not appreciating what he really did to help him until after the outbreak. His grandfather taught him to shoot a gun and he became quite good, it helped him relieve stress and anger that was built up inside him. He also pushed him hard to do well in school, no matter how stupid the subjects seemed. All that hard work did pay off as Clay got accepted into one of the most prestigious technical institutes in the area. He moved off and left his grandfather, who would die soon after he moved into college. To this day he still remembers the last phrase his grandfather told him, "Give 'em hell, son."
Going through college Clay learned a lot about computer systems, and decided he wanted to build them and program them for the rest of his life. The only thing he seemed to get joy from was working on computers, and so that's what he did. Most of the time during college he'd be in his room, working on new software or fixing up old computers and analyzing new ones. He never made many friends but could deal with people when necessary, however, he avoided it as much as possible.
After graduation, Clay worked at a tech startup for about 6 months, but that didn't last long. The startup failed and Clay decided to move back to his late grandfather's house, which he had left him. He stayed there for a few weeks until hearing about a place of opportunity: Chernarus. They were rebuilding civilization over there, and it seemed they could use someone of his skillset. He wanted to get away from this place anyway. So he took a few of his things and left. Leaving his grandfather's house in flames as he went.
After moving to Chernarus he worked as a computer technician for many different people, going where he was needed. Freelance almost, that's what he liked. He moved around a lot, staying in large apartment buildings across the area. Shortly after moving there he noticed there was a lot of civil unrest, and it made him a bit uneasy. However, he just kept his head down and kept working.
One morning he heard a loud banging on his door, which seemed very strange to him. Normally they don't even let people into these buildings without calling up first. He headed to the door only half awake, opening it to a great surprise. A very charred, unresponsive human being lept at him as soon as he opened the door. They fell to the ground, and Clay was jolted awake, quickly digging his thumbs into both of the....creature's eyes. It didn't react like a normal human, it kept attacking, but it did appear to have lost some of its vision. Clay seized this opportunity to grab a kitchen knife from his counter, and sink it into the neck of the creature. That didn't seem to do the trick, so he stabbed it right between the eyes. It stopped moving after a couple minutes of twitching, and Clay let the knife go and let the creature fall to the ground. He was shocked and looked down at his bloody hands and clothes in terror. He bolted to the window and saw more of those creatures roaming the streets, biting into people trying to defend themselves. For once in his life, Clay was at a total loss of what to do. So he stayed in his apartment and gathered what supplies he had, and snuck out. He knew for a fact that if these things were not responsive to pain, he'd have to kill them quickly, and a knife wasn't going to do. He figured some of these farmhouses on the outskirts of town must have at least something, so he left the city. Clay had one goal: Survive, at any cost.


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