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Kliff rockler
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1983-12-06 (35 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    oakland, California
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    (mother)Deceased (father) Deceased
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    54 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    short and brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    gritty but soft hearted, tends to over think situations, enjoys nature but feels at home with a wrench in hand. scars line his hands from mechanical work
  8. Equipment
    hoodie, pants, shoes
  9. Occupation
    mechanic at school


I was a simple maintence worker in a elemtrary school off the west side of the states, Kliff's the name and things were fine...thing were normal and then everthing that everybody thought was never gonna happen actually at some point did, our lives started to crumble. people started to get sick but the news wasent saying anything and that was making people scared, now I always had a knack for funny feelings when things went sour but even this caught me off guard, one day I was working on a toilet in a stall when I heard fighting in the next bathroom over so I rushed around the corner slipping on dark liquid, as im stumbling to get back up I couldn't believe my eyes, a student had a teacher pinned to the ground, feasting through her rib cage and the dark liquid was blood my god it was every where, I reacted to my insticts and got out of there only to witness the hell that was unraveling on the outside, students, teachers and even parents were acting like ravenous animals mauling and chasing anybody that was still breathing. Quickly gathering myself I head to my shop nearly being chomped on by a 7 year old! a bloody 7 year old! but I finally reached my tools and gathered what I could for protection cause after I had a second to catch my breath I relized exactly what was going on or atleast my own version until I really figure it out but yup it had finally started, the god dang zombie apocalypse and there was no way I was gonna fall prey to some ankle biters, grabbing a welders jacket along with trusty rusty tools I made my way to my home, sadly and remarkably the military were quick on their actions, Blocking roads and cutting escapes, I knew my time was cutting short as I had to find a way out to home or somewhere to lay low, creeping my way by the chaos, angry confused innocents being gunned downed by even equally scared and confused soldiers. I came up to what I hoped was my neighborhood but somebody had gotten to it first, the whole area was ablazed and litterd with the undead. completely out of options I had one hope left...the docks. making my way there ive learned that peoples inscticts bring out the worst in them, others already turning to bandits, surving off the weak and the sad point is that I fear im gonna have to join them, coming up on the docks my hope started to dwindle, mad fanatics mixed in with the dead, blood everywhere but out of the corner of my eye I spot what I presumed to be the last sane living person, turning a flash light morse code style, I sneak closer to spot a working ship and on it survivors, maybe, as I get closer the person with the light spots me and the voice of a woman calls out "hurry we're starting the engines!" and start they did. the noise alerts the dead followed by horrific screams, I rush towards the boat as its leaving the dock, making a last stand jump I launch towards the tail end, hands reached out to greet and aid me aboard. I tried gathering information on our destination but nobody knows except the captain, a grizzly old man with a accent and he only ever uttered one word "chernures". I no nothing of this land but if there is something I do know its how to fix things and if I can find a way to figure out this new dying problem on this new land then by god im going to fix it but first I gotta figure out how to keep this boat afloat. (Kliff sets down his gnawed pencil and steps away) "hey do you guys hear a growling sound?".


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