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Tim Krol
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Prefers Solitary, Struggles with anger attacks
  3. Morale
    Lawfull and of good will, but struggles with anger
  4. Date of birth
    1993-12-26 (25 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    Dutch, English, German
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    193 cm
  2. Weight
    88 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Medium Long Brown/Black
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Tattoo in neck & Beard
  8. Equipment
    Prefers to be invisible in Camo Cloting, backpack, couple cans of food, bottle of water, tactical knife, matches, a rope, some rags. Likes to play with Bolt Action guns, but Automatic or a shotgun is also fun.
  9. Occupation
    Lone wanderer
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


My name is Tim Krol,

I grew up the Netherlands, moved to Chernarus a long time ago. There was nothing left for me in the Netherlands. My dad used to own a scrapyard. Since I have been a kid I was always there, so from a young age I got familiar with working with my hands, taking stuff apart, putting it back together, you name it.

When I was 19 my father died. My mother already died on a young age, that's why I was around the scrapyard a lot. But anyway, I was lost. I started to drink heavily, do drugs for a while. I got arrested a lot, became a regular at the PD.

Time passed, and even though I straightened out mostly, I never got rid of this reputation. I asked myself why I even stayed here. I wanted to leave.

A guy named Borek - a regular at the scrapyard - was from Chernarus. He always told me I should come with him sometime, when he goes there on holiday to visit family. "Good pair of hands like yours would have no trouble finding work" he added to it. So, I took him up on his offer, went, never went back. Like he said, there was always an oppertunity, I always had something to do, really started to forget more and more about the past. I was content here. Eventually, I settled down, even got my own little repair shop near the docks of Cherno.

Then it happened. "The Outbreak" they called it. I was working on an Olga 24 for a customer, busted radiator. No problem, these things are known to break down a lot, so I replaced a lot of them. I always have loud music playing when I work. Helps me concentrate. I was nearly done, about to fill the new radiator up with water when seemingly out of nowhere, some frenzied man starts running towards me. I did not completely register at first, but without hesitation that man jumped me. The man was snarling and trying to bite me. Pale skin, dead ghoulish eyes. What the fuck?

In a reflex I grabbed a wrench and start hitting the mans head until the snarling stopped. Was this still a human?
Soon after I came to realize the full extent of the situation, and what "The Outbreak" meant. I managed to barricade my shop in Cherno and turned it into an emergency shelter with some food and water. After a while my interactions with others dwindled. It seems it was every man for himself now. This is fine. I am used to adapt.


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