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Server time: 2019-05-23, 11:41
Steven Davis
Character information
  1. Mental
    Struggling to come to terms with the loss of his wife
  2. Morale
    Ok but has flashbacks
  3. Date of birth
    1982-05-26 (36 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
    White British
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
  9. Family
    Two Kids
  10. Religion
    No Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    82 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Athletic, Good Hunter and Humble
  8. Equipment
    Civilian clothes and rifle
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role
    Scavenger, Lonewolf


Most families take a trip to Benidorm or some all-inclusive resort for a holiday, but not the Davis’s. Their love was for the unknown; visiting obscure locations and giving their children experiences outside of what most kids their ages saw. Grace, 7, and Samuel, 12, were loving their trip to Chernarus. Steven loved taking his son Sam out hunting, something they couldn’t do in the UK but something that Steven was passionate that his son would experience. Philippa on the other hand wanted Grace to experience some of the culture of their extended family, given Philippa’s mother was born in the Chernarussian countryside. A week in and they were loving it, filling their days with activities and their nights relaxing. Steven would sometimes make Grace and Samuel a small fire outside for roasted marshmallows and to sing songs to them with his guitar. It was on a night like this when their lives forever changed. The children and Steven were by the fire singing songs whilst Philippa headed to the wood shed to pick up some more logs. As she was gathering the wood, she heard a strange growling coming from outside.

“Hello?”, she called out, unsure what the sound was. As she stepped out of the shed, she could see a man slowly approaching from the woods.

“Hello, do you speak English?”, she said, approaching him slowly.

The growl stopped suddenly as he looked up. He had an eyeball missing and was bleeding from the socket. His clothes were stained with blood and mud, giving off a foul stench of decay and dried blood. She stopped and stared, unsure whether to approach or back away. A moment of silence was shared as both stood perfectly still, then the man let out a piercing scream before running at Philippa. She tried to fight him off, screaming as she did, but he was too strong for her and wrestled her to the ground. Steven heard the screams and immediately dropped his guitar and came running, shouting his wife’s name as he did. Seeing the struggle, he shouted for the man to get off her with no response. He tackled the man off her and began wrestling with him on the ground. Seeing the rage and ferocity of the man, his instinct forced his hand to pick up the nearest rock and bash it into his head until his screamed silenced. Covered in blood, he got up and immediately kneeled down next to his wife. Her carotid artery was chewed open, spurting cup-fulls of blood into the air. He tried to stop the blood flow, shouting for her to hold on as tears streamed down his bloodied face. She mustered her last remaining strength to look her husband in the eye and, with her last breath, whisper;
“I love you”.


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