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Noah Lee
Character information
  1. Alias
    Noah
  2. Mental
    Sane
  3. Morale
    Strong mind, stronger will
  4. Date of birth
    2000-06-03 (19 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    America
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Family
    Ryan Lee (Father) Margaret Lee (Mother) Max Lee (Brother)
  10. Religion
    Agnostic

Description

  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    72 kg
  3. Build
    Tall with a little muscle
  4. Hair
    Blonde
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Features
    Shaggy blonde hair, clean shaven
  7. Equipment
    Backpack full of food and medicine, along with an axe for the dead and a firearm for the not so nice living.
  8. Occupation
    Vet Tech

Background

Raised in America I aspired to go out and help people once I graduated high school. Coming from a background where everything was handed to me on a silver platter, it made this idea all the easier. I remember seeing the news that martial law had been declared early morning of the 3rd. Then a few months later I saw the beginning articles and videos of the actual virus outbreak on the news. I thought that this was the perfect chance to go help people like I had wanted to my entire life. After a few weeks of radio silence in Chernarus I begged my parents to hire a private pilot to bring me to Chernarus. I was raised around guns on a ranch so I knew that I would be able to hopefully handle myself in a situation regarding other people. I also knew I would have the ability to skin and quarter just about every animal I came across. Luckily with my mother being a vet I knew how to help animals through at most simple wraps, which I in turn hoped could be transmitted on a human as well. On the flight over the country I hoped these skills would be useful in helping hurt people in remaining camps. But as I was pushed from the plane and parachuting down into the country, I realized that things were much much worse than the TV had last relayed. Once landing I realized I needed to either fight for my survival long enough to somehow contact a ride home, or stay and do what I initially intended to do.

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