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Sully Wetz
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1986-06-06 (33 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Adelanto, CA
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good


My name is Sully Wetz. I grew up in a small town outside of Los Angeles no one has ever heard up. Adelanto? yeah didn't think so. Its a trashy town in the high desert where all the people living there work out of town and those that don't are so bored they just get high all day. At least the sunsets were decent. I hated living there and I did everything I could to get out which was hard to do with my job at the only diner in town. Dirt cheap food and no customers don't really put zeros in the bank. Working the grease pit didn't help either since we didn't get any tips. The only thing saving me was the fact there was nothing to spend my money on out in the middle of the desert and all my meals were free. Saving every last penny I could I finally was able to take my first trip away from this hell hole I call home and I chose the furthest point I could think of, Russia. Chenarus to be exact. I mainly picked Russia for the women but also it was the exact opposite of where I was leaving. Tons of trees, weather other than hot, freezing or a windy version of each, and plenty of people I don't know. I chose Chenarus because I love the country, I can't help it I'm a sucker for a good landscape. So I packed my bags and spent nearly every cent and bought a roundtrip ticket and told Adelanto to kiss my ass and off I went.

Right before "landing" we heard the captain hurriedly say something in Russian (i only learned enough to read road signs) and the whole plane started buzzing in a horrific way. A dead person could have noticed it. I knew something terrible was about to happen that's when the whole plane banks hard and starts going down fast. the whole plane erupts in screams another voice comes over the pa in Russian and the person next to me starts yelling "We're going to die! the pilots fucking killed themselves!" In the frantic commotion I only had enough time to look out the window to see where we were crashing and all I saw was the blue of an ocean. I try my best to strap myself in and brace for impact...


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