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John Dundon
Character information
  1. Alias
    Dundee
  2. Mental
    Good
  3. Morale
    Good
  4. Date of birth
    1996-06-08 (22 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    United States of America
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    N/A
  10. Family
    N/A
  11. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Height
    168 cm
  2. Weight
    66 kg
  3. Build
    Slim
  4. Hair
    Blonde
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    N/A
  8. Equipment
    N/A
  9. Occupation
    Veteran, PMC
  10. Affiliation
    N/A
  11. Role
    N/A

Background

My name is John Dundon. I am a veteran of the United States Marine Corps. I worked as a PMC internationally. It was July of 17, and I was on an international flight back to Western Europe from Asia. I took a few weeks vacation, and was headed back to work. I still had a few days until I had to be back, but I wanted to be back early to ensure I could prepare everything for the following week. Our flight stopped to refuel, and had about an hour or two layover. While in the airport, I noticed a familiar face. A buddy of mine who I served with in the Marines. His name was Anthony. We caught up, and he told me that he lived in Chernarus now and had a family. I decided to not board my flight, and spend the next few days with him, to meet his family and see the beautiful countryside of Severgorad where he lived. Had a spacious 2 story home, a beautiful Chernarussian wife, and a precious daughter. We spent the next few days fishing and hiking in the Black Mountains. The day of my flight, is when everything changed. Reports of soldiers eating livestock and patrols swarmed the local area. Without any warning, artillery started raining upon the town. Death and destruction everywhere. I was outside smoking when a shell entered Anthony's house, leaving behind only rubble. My training kicked in, and I took cover in a giant pipe in the construction area across the street. It lasted for about 5 minutes. I just sat there with my head inbetween my legs, waiting for the quick and painless death. Soon, the sounds of explosions faded, and the sounds of women screaming and children crying was all to be heard. I had no idea what was happening. I didn't speak or read the local language, and didn't know a single soul in the country. I didn't know what to do. I walked with a family to a nearby hospital. Tons of sick people. Sneezing and coughing, bleeding from the eyes, bunch of weird shit. We didn't stay long. We parted ways, and I picked up a few supplies, and decided to stray from the crowd. Went up into the woods, set up a camp, and watched the shit show unfold.


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