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KweShaun Parker
Character information
  1. Alias
    Kwe'
  2. Mental
    Survival of the fittest
  3. Morale
    Good
  4. Date of birth
    1975-01-23 (44 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Denmark
  6. Nationality
    Danish
  7. Ethnicity
    Kurd
  8. Languages
    English Danish Deutsch
  9. Relationship
    None
  10. Family
    None
  11. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
    Skinny/semi buff
  4. Hair
    Very dark brown
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    He's a highly skilled machinist, and a top end smuggler.
  8. Equipment
    A 9mm cz75 and a hunting knife
  9. Occupation
    He's a machinist
  10. Affiliation
    None
  11. Role
    None

Background

My Character, Kwe'Shaun Parker, Has been in Chernarus Since 2013. He had to seek his fortune elsewhere, than his motherland (Denmark). Because of his involvenment in the drug trafficking business, in southern Jutland. He was sentenced to exile 20 years, in a country, which was not his own. Kwe' was a very skilled machinist (as well as a smuggler), so he seeked to use his, "legal" knowledge, and put it to good use. He had heard that the small republic of Chernarus, was in need of people with their hands put on properly, because of the growing industrial production gas, coal, etc. So he thought that he might have a chance of getting a job there, where he could use his particular set of skills.



4 years had gone by, Kwe had been taking his life, one day at a time. He had pretty okay job, aside from the minimum wage, the shithead coworkers, and the terrible boss. He worked at the Elektrozavodsk powerplant, just east of Chernogorsk. He lived in downtown Elektrozavodsk, in a single room apartment. No internet, no electrical equipment, besides from his cable phone. A gas cooker, for making food, a couch with blankets, and lots of porno magazines. That was the way he lived. Simple, and shitty. More times than he could remember, he'd look under the middle pillow in his couch, taken out his 9mm cz75, chambered a round, and tried to pull the trigger. But something stopped him everytime. He knew, that someday, his life would be a little less shittier, and that he would have a purpose.



Only a couple of months later, he found himself to be right.

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