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Columbus Mbengweye
Character information
  1. Alias
    Columbus, Columbo, Colum, Col
  2. Mental
    Mentally stable
  3. Morale
    Stoic, but depressed
  4. Date of birth
    1988-05-15 (31 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, German
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Mother, Dad disappeared early on
  11. Religion
    Staunch atheist


  1. Height
    179 cm
  2. Weight
    76 kg
  3. Build
    Rugged but slim
  4. Hair
    Black, short
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Tiny scar under left eye. He got it in a fight. He can't remember which one
  8. Equipment
    Whatever the hell he can find or bargain
  9. Occupation
    Ex-coal miner
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role
    gatherer, trader, grifter, conman


Columbus. An explorer in the eyes of many, but this Columbus is only exploring by necessity. He's a grifter; ex con - a victim of circumstance. He's not bad, but he's done bad things, and he'll tell you why he was justified on every occasion. Loyal to a fault, as long as you're useful. He's slow to anger, but quick to react. And he's the man who can get you things. For the right price he'll tear hell open. But he'd much rather just keep quiet, do his business - do your own time, man. Do your own time. this shit, this world of shit. Between the infected leeching off everything they can find, and the creeps stealing off everything that's left, it's hard for Columbus to know which is worse - Infection or resigning himself to the fact that this is really as good as life will be from now on.

It all seemed like an easy option; coming here in the first place. Columbus needed a way out of the streets of london. Drugs, crime, gangs and violence had carved him a future that he could never escape unless he removed hiimself from the place entirely. He'd never even heard of Chernarus. Just some backwater country that had been in the news for some civil war. But now it was over and there were jobs. A chance to start again away from London. Cutting lumps of coal out of some east European cave seemed like an easy option. Make a bit of money. Keep your head down. And it was going well for a while. It really was. He'd met someone, settled down as much as he ever would, and even began thinking that life could actually be good again...

And then it all happened... The fighting, the bombing, the mass hysteria, the infected, the running and screaming and looting and hording and dying and... And he couldn't get out... Now he knows he'll never get out. As far as Columbus knows, there's nowhere left to go to. So he's stuck here, grifting, conning, thieving, fighting... Everything he wanted to escape from. Except now there's nobody to stop him.


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