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Rocky joel
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Scared but mostly intact
  3. Morale
    I want to help anyone that needs it. but have been burned plenty of times
  4. Date of birth
    1995-07-02 (27 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Lexington Ky IN
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Victor joel (Father) Vikki Joel (mother)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    72 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
  8. Equipment
    My trusty axe, food, tent, sleeping bag, tool set.
  9. Occupation
    Civil engineer
  10. Affiliation
    over yonder exchange (the Yeller's)
  11. Role


As a child I was never vary social, I could never really make friends. Luckily, my parents had some friends, and they had some kids. There are close friends with five kids around my age. They loved getting together and smoke meat and shot guns. In school i was not a great student, I could never really catch up to the other students. That is until i found my calling in woodshop. After I struggled to graduate high school. My parents helped me get into University of Kentucky for Civil engineering. I will admit that it did take a couple more years than it was supposed to. After that it was easy to find a job, I got an excellent job at Rising Sun Developing. After a year I became the head of engineering. But when the virus started popping up it shut down the housing market. after a few failed weeks of pushing houses, I got laid off, Jobless and after a few weeks homeless. I had to moved back into my parents’ basement. My father was the police chef, so he never stopped working. When the lockdown was placed my father was still working hard. I could not find any work until the lockdown. All the crazy people out there were looking for carpenters to help make their houses safer. I had to sneak out of the house at night to get the jobs done. All of them wanted me to reinforce their doors and windows. Everyone had their own reason, most thought that the president was going to take away their Second amendment right. The others were more doomsday preppers. But the Cox family did tell me something that stuck in my mind, he looked me in the eyes and with a straight face told me that a zombie apocalypse is on the horizon, he also told me that he cannot pay with money but promised a spot in their outpost as he called it. I laughed at that when I got home but did not stop me from fortifying or own house. But it all changed on September 14th. My father came home complain about back pain and fatigue. The next day he was bed ridden, could barely get up and pee by himself. So, I started getting different meds form my night job to try and help him. Days went by and nothing changed. One night after gathering wood, when I got back i enter from my window and start to change. But then I hear a blood draining scream from my mother in their room! I grab my axe and run up the stairs to see what is going on. I enter the room to see my dad hunched over my mother’s unmoving body. I yell what the fuck is going on, my dad raises his head with my mother’s neck muscle clamped in my father’s mouth blood spraying, he looks at me with anger in his eyes coved in my mother’s blood. He slowly stood up; a deep growl uttered form his chest. I yell what is your problem! As he lunges at me. I bring my axe down swiftly on his head. My body reacted before my brain could catch up. I stand there over my parent’s dead bodies. My brain finally catches up to what’s going on. I then realize that the world around me is in all out panic screws, sirens, and car crashes. As fast as I can I grab my axe and wherever can fit in to my backpack and ran to the cox family’s house. They welcomed me in with some other families. I spent most of my days traveling around to different safe havens to try to help where I can, and of course take donations. The last haven I was at in the US I found a friend of my mouther. he told me that my closes friends left to find their brother in Nyheim. Something about he was in the army and was left out there. He also said that there is a haven out there looking for help. So, I ask myself what I have left in America I had no family no friends here no life. So, I decided to find my way to Nyheim. my contact got me in touch with some smugglers that make runs in and out the Nyheim. I trade all my goods and guns to get a one-way ride. They tell me there going to drop me off ten miles away from nyheim and told me to look for the walls and you will find your way. They hand me a couple of days’ worth of supplies, and I set off!


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