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Aiden Valentine
Character information
  1. Alias
    Dr. Death
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1978-08-06 (40 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    London, England
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English(Native), Russian(Weak)
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Alvin Valentine, Rob Valentine, Jake Valentine
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    86 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Black, grey in some parts.
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Evil
  7. Occupation
  8. Affiliation
    The Asylum


A man, who people often describe as…. Nice. Odd.. but nice. Never has any trouble and always tries to stay neutral on subjects. As long as it doesn’t involve the people he holds dear.


Serial killers...


They terrify us. They fascinate us. Veritable monsters in human form, serial killers represent some of the scariest and yet most interesting people on Earth, ones whose grisly deeds leave us wondering “why?” and… “How?” How is this humanly possible. How is a person this capable… Capable of doing something to another human.


Some were victimized themselves, some suffered from serious mental disorders, and some actually may have just been plain evil. Whatever the psychological makeup of these murderers, serial killer stories are filled with the kind of macabre and shocking elements that always leave us coming back for more, even if we’re chilled to the bone.


This one is a little story about a man named Aiden aka Dr. Death is one of the deadliest serial killers to ever exist.The British ex-military man began killing his victims at the age of 16 He has more than 220 kills to his name. 37 of those are confirmed kills that were legalized by the military. 2 of those we’re brethren in arms. Who he… “accidently” shot in the back of the head with an Kalashnikov he picked up… Aiden loves the thrill… The mere feeling of taking another humans life. He lives for it.

After he heard that his nephew “Jake” was stuck on the island of Chernarus, he didn’t think twice. He grabbed his kit, everything that held him dear. His knife, his unregistered rifles and pistols. Loaded them all in a bag, called up the only person he trusted, and was above the Island of Chernarus not even 24 hours later in a military plane. All he had with him was his kit, which included some food a canteen. His rifles, his pistols and his beloved m65 jacket to keep him warm.
“duh svee-DAH-nee-ye” He said to his Russian friend… He jumped… That’s where it all started.


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