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Paddy Morrowson
Character information
  1. Alias
    Púca
  2. Mental
    Stable
  3. Morale
    Always give people the benefit of the doubt. Doesn't believe in the Death Penalty, will always try to resolve things peacefully.
  4. Date of birth
    1999-04-18 (20 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Dublin, Ireland
  6. Nationality
    Irish
  7. Ethnicity
    White Male
  8. Languages
    Irish and English
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Family
    I have a long lost brother, Michael haven't seen him in 5 years.
  11. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    170 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Fit, Slim
  4. Hair
    Short Ginger Hair
  5. Eyes
    Blue Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Has a tattoo of a pint of Guiness on his left forearm, has a neatly cut Ginger beard.
  8. Occupation
    Dog Trainer

Background

Was born in Ireland.
My Mother mostly spoke Irish to me growing up but I eventually learned how to speak English when my father finally stayed home instead of going out in war. He was a very good shooter. He shot anything from Tanks to Pistols. My Father was the marksman any special forces could ask for.
He taught me how to shoot, from a young age I was hitting targets miles away. My hearing is not the best because of all the loud noises of the guns. My ears couldn't handle it at the time I was only little.
I love Ireland, the culture the people, but the Zombie out break happened and I obviously had to go. I had to move. I never really heard from my family. I just remembered they wanted to keep me safe.. Which I guess they did..I just wish my dog could of came along. I had her for 2 years. She's a beautiful German Shepherd.
15 years old and I lose my Mother, Brother and also my dog. I am a lone wolf out here.
20 years old now and I feel wiser, the thoughts of my parents not being here doesn't scare me anymore.
I had many goals when I was little, with the only goal now is to survive and to never give up hope.

I moved to Charnarus by a 24 hour boat trip with my Father. Only speaking English. It was quite difficult to be honest, but I believe I improved.
The storms on the way here was crazy, boat was swaying side to side. As soon as we got to Charnarus, my Father went with these men that would help us with food, water and shelter, while these other men took me away from them. I just remember waking up in this dark room, not seeing anything until my eyes adjust which felt like hours. I started seeing concrete, concrete in every direction. I was trapped in what felt like a prison cell. Strange noises outside too. I don't remember much more after that. I must of got knocked unconscious when I got off the boat on the South Coast of Charnarus. I remember escaping, there was a small hole in the wall and i was pretty thin for 15 years of age. thankfully nobody has found me and I've spoke to many people since with most people being friendly and advice giving.
That was 5 years ago and have not seen my Father since. I'm not entirely sure if he's dead, eaten, or taken capture by some rebels or sick psychos out there.
I'm not sure if I want to find him again, I've already moved on.



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