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Server time (UTC): 2019-06-27, 07:13
Anatoly Petrov
Character information
  1. Alias
    whoa
  2. Mental
    Healthy
  3. Morale
    Neutral
  4. Date of birth
    1982-10-09 (36 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Utes
  6. Nationality
    Chernarus
  7. Ethnicity
    White
  8. Languages
    English, Russian, some German
  9. Relationship
    None
  10. Family
    deceased
  11. Religion
    Christianity

Description

  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Muscular but a little worn after working hard
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Evil
  7. Features
    My character isn't really unique, he is an average male in his 30's.
  8. Equipment
    Well equiped with a few weapons and working tools but low on food, water etc.

Background

My character was born and raised near the mainland of Chernarus, on a small island called Utes. The population on the island was very small and therefore I had to travel to Chernogorsk to go to school and work every day. My family mainly consisted of farmers, but I didn't want to be like them and be stuck on an island for my whole life. When I had saved up enough money from the few day jobs I had in Chernogorsk, I decided to leave Utes for good. I rented a small apartment near the factories in Chernogorsk, it was cheap and not very nice, but better than living on a damn island. One day while I was cleaning one of the factories near the centre of the town, I heard screaming coming from the streets, a middleaged lady was yelling "людоеды, людоеды!" (cannibals, cannibals!), at first, I thought she was crazy, but then I decided to take a look outside, when I reached the big gate to the factory I could immediately see the horrors happening, it wasn't just 1 or 2 people doing this, there were at least a 100 people running around crazy. All I could do was just watch while people were getting eaten alive not even 50 meters from where I was standing.

It's now about 600 days since the outbreak happened, I have no idea how it started, I've met a few people while I've gathered leftovers from local stores, gun shops and medical centres, but they are all gone now. I've tried to stay away from the infected, I sleep in my apartment at day and go out at night to see if I can find more leftovers in this wasteland this town has become. I'm 38 years old now and I think I'm going crazy, I haven't spoken to anyone in the last 3 months or so, I just want this to end, I want my friends back, I want everything back, maybe I should start going out at day and see if I can find other survivors.

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