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Games Dean
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Beaten down but still kicking. Broken from all the people I've lost and feel responsibility over
  3. Morale
    I believe that good people deserve a chance, and those who seek to harm others for their own selfish reasons should be brought to justice
  4. Date of birth
    1988-03-28 (31 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Orlando, Florida, USA
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
    Alyssa - likely deceased
  10. Family
    Mom: Paula Dad: Mike
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    198 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Thick brown wavy hair
  5. Eyes
    Bright green eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Occupation
    Medical Representative


The name's Games Dean, but everyone close to me usually just calls me Dean. The nature of my career before the outbreak is somewhat classified, but what I can tell you is that I represented a medical corporation that performed some unthinkable miracles. I've always been fascinated by microbiology and how the human body is so proficient at adaptation. I was on a business trip in Europe when everything started. I remember how things seemed weird that day: people weren't answering their phones or returning emails, many people seemed to not show up for work, everywhere I went. When I got my coffee, the baristas were short handed. When I went to the car rental place, they were frantic over something, and I saw more military vehicles and helicopters drive/fly by than I think I ever had in my life. But, I figured that I was in a foreign country and maybe that was normal here, so I wrote it off. Driving down the streets was almost surreal because in the busiest part of town during the busiest part of the day, there was very little traffic. I even saw a couple cars parked in the middle of the street.. By the time I got to my meeting, I tried to shrug off the earlier events of the day and focus on business. Sitting in my meeting, I couldn't help getting distracted by what looked like a mugging outside. I was on the 6th floor, so I couldn't exactly see what was going on, and as I was focusing on that, I noticed my boss say my name. He asked me if I was paying attention, and right as I was about to apologize and tell him what I saw, someone in the office screamed as a loud crash occurred. The rest is history. I learned quickly what was going on, at least quick enough for it to save my life. I initally grouped together with a bunch of people from the office and some people we met along the way, trying not to stay in one place for too long. There were a few times I settled somewhere a little too long, and ended up regretting it. Losing supplies. Losing people. I effectively became the leader of our group without realizing it, until one day I noticed that everyone looked to me for guidance. That's a hard burden to bear, especially when you lose people. That's on me. And sure enough, over the course of time, that group of 23 slowly dwindled down to 1. I've been on my own now for what feels like a year. With all the pain and suffering I've experienced since this all happened, the worst part is that I never heard from my parents or my fiance back home again. I'm starting to forget her face.. I'm not sure what's happening in America but I'm sure it's no different than what we're dealing with here; I'd be a fool to believe they're still alive. I told my fiance that I would be home by Friday evening to go see the movie we had both been dying to see. But.. That obviously never happened.

Since I've been alone, I can tell you I have lost track of time. Days become weeks, weeks become months.. I'm not a violent person by nature, but I will defend myself or those I consider my family if I have to; but I don't like being put in that position. I can't remember how many people I've killed by now just to stay alive. How many have wanted to kill me, just for what I had. A can of beans, maybe, or a Pipsi. The bandits have been getting worse out there lately, supplies are getting harder and harder to find.. It's terrible what's become of humanity since the outbreak. Our choices are the only thing that make us human, and I believe that we can build a new future. One where we work together to overcome this new threat, and either live among them successfully, or eradicate the threat entirely. I have heard that Chernarus was where everything started.. Maybe here, I can find some clues to how this mess all got started.


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