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Dembe Kazubo
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1996-10-23 (22 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Okahandja, Namibia
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
    African Muslim
  5. Languages
    English, German


  1. Height
    192 cm
  2. Weight
    98 kg
  3. Build
    Big, wide, mean
  4. Hair
    Short and Stubby
  5. Eyes
  6. Occupation
    Red Room
  7. Affiliation
    Dead Batteries


A thick and deep african accent is heard when the voice starts to life, speaking slowly, pausing after ever couple words

Do you know who I am? Nobody knows, I am a nobody. From Africa to be exact, a shithole. Namibia, german colony, fucking Nazis.

Them white people, abusing my sister, molesting here, I am not having anything of this. I go. I kill them. Now. They look for me. And I look for a way out.

I take all my money. Flee to Europe. A better land. All through Africa. Tunisia. By boat to Italy. Through France. To England. Finally. Scotland. They wanted to know my name. I was stupid. My name is Dembe Kazubo. Alright Mr. Kazubo you will be sent back. You are a murderer. I flee. Again. Into the country. There is a car on the side of a barn. Its nice. Unlocked. I open the door. Sit inside. There he comes. Gun raised. I step out. And he hit me on the back of the head. Black. 

Then. I sit on a couch. In a nice house. He sits across from me. Brutus. Brutus North. He asks me. What is your name? What is your story? Why are you stealing? I tell him. The story I am saying here right now. He listens. Never stops me. I finish. Neither of us say a word. He takes out a knife. Cuts off the tape in my hands. Gives me a plate of food. I eat.

Brutus North, good person, he saved me, gave me a job, a purpose, good person.

Now it is my time to follow. I follow him where he goes. He is Mr. North. I am Dembe. Time passes. We seperate.

The radio goes to life. He calls for his followers. Come to a place. A place I cant pronounce. I go. Mr. North needs me. So I go.

Do you know who I am? Maybe. I am big. Wide. Strong. I can not read. I can not write. But I can hurt.

ends audio transmission


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