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Solo Lee
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Strong willed.
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1990-04-25 (29 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Utes Island
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    78 kg
  3. Build
    Street muscle, not gym muscle.
  4. Hair
    Blonde, luscious hair.
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    My character uses patience and silence tactics when approaching situations. Likes to be hidden, wait for things to unsovle to see how he will act.
  8. Equipment
    Casual until military equipment falls into my hands.
  9. Occupation
    Park ranger.
  10. Role


He was an orphan that ended up in the Utes Island to serve the government since he was a kid. He grew up there, being a mischievous kid, surviving under misserable government food rations and living with the families of the CDF soldiers stablished in the base. He grew up playing and working around the garrison that was in the island, befriending some of the soldiers and learning from them by observing their routines and trainings from behind fences and sneaking up to any place he could. This is the way he learnt some basic knowledge of combat activities.

When the base was taken over by the Chedaki, my character used his knowledge of hiding spots and tricks to stay alive for a while, risking every move to get a piece of food or water. He ended up getting caught by a chedaki soldier, that brought him to a chedaki officer. When the officer saw his malnutrition, his ragged clothes and clear unhealthy status, he spared his life, depicting him as a prisoner of the CDF forces. For a while, he worked the garrison just like he had for the CDF, until the americans came.

On that day, he managed once again to survive the battle between the Chedaki and the americans. When the americans showcased the world their victory in UTES island, my character appeared in newspapers photos alongside CDF soldiers that had been liberated by the americans after the conflict.

By this time, my character was 18, he hadn't really succeeded in school nor had any apparent skills besides cleaning the military garrison, so he applied for a government employment program that led him to get sent as a park ranger to the Black Mountains. With no family to leave behind, and not a bright future ahead, the government found in him the best fit for this job.

Story leading up to the moment my character wakes up: He wakes up in the middle of the night to footsteps, soon realizing its soldiers roaming the area, looking to set up new defenses for the Severograd base. He hid inside his camouflaged tent considering any sudden movements could startle the soldiers and get him shot.
A helicopter approahced by, and the soldiers started running back the way they had come from. He used this excuse to grab his things and climb atop the watchtower of the park rangers. A few days later, he heard really distance shots from within the base, and some more days later after, helicopters and jets flying in both directions.
Soon, more soldiers started patrolling the woods, armed to the teeth, with a clear path towards a specific direction. Luckily, the watchtower was a tree cabin that was perfectly camouflaged within the tree leaves, and he could hide there until the soldiers were gone. He knew the forests, he knew how to survive in them and how to avoid unnecessary risks.

But knowing the land doesn't help when artillery comes into place. Bombs started falling, and he could only pray one wouldn't hit his hiding spot. For hours he stood quiet in the cabin, watching his surroundings, alongside some cities in the distance, getting massacred by artillery.

Luck had smiled upon him once again. It had almost been 12 hours since the last bomb, when he picked up his radio and tried to communicate with the central, but he received no response. The radio noise was too high so he stopped after a couple tries. Soon he heard more footsteps. He looked down and he saw soldiers yet again, but this time they weren't marching, they weren't receiving orders, they were just...walking, stumbling, making groining noises. He knew there was something wrong with them, but he was exhausted, so he rested.
Scared, for days, he stood in his safe spot, trying to communicate by radio, watching this seemingly soulless soldiers walk around the woods, but the food was running out, and soon he would need to climb down.


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