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Mike Lackey
Character information
  1. Alias
    Cam
  2. Mental
    Stable
  3. Morale
    Driven
  4. Date of birth
    1999-06-27 (20 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Woodstock, New York
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    N/A
  10. Family
    N/A
  11. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    172 cm
  2. Weight
    55 kg
  3. Build
    Lean
  4. Hair
    Bald
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Good
  7. Equipment
    Prefers tracksuits, but will use gear with more storage if needed.
  8. Occupation
    Squatter/Scavenger
  9. Affiliation
    N/A
  10. Role
    N/A

Background

My name is Mike Lackey, but my friends know me by my childhood nickname, Cam (Aged 18 during outbreak). I embarked on a long journey away from home in Prague, Czech Republic all the way to Chernarus. I wasn't a native to the Czech Republic, but I moved there with my parents, from the United States. I'd embarked on my trip to Chernarus primarily because of tensions growing in nearby Ukraine in 2014. The nation grew more and more divided with each day, and mirroring the domino effect, provinces began to "declare allegiance" to Russia, without the proper authority to do so. This lead to a bloody conflict that involved Pro-Russians living in Ukraine to not only protest, but attack and kill pro-Ukrainians living in Ukraine. The arrival of the "martians," or the unmarked soldiers wearing Russian uniforms and using Russian equipment, worried me greatly, and so out of both fear and the will to survive, I trekked far from Ukraine to Chernarus and cut ties to my family in a desperate attempt to save myself from mourning their deaths if the Czech Republic shared the same fate as Ukraine. I ignorantly moved to Chernarus in high hopes of safety to the lingering fear of conflict in my own home. Little did I know, the small country would become my home whether I liked it or not, and Chernarus was certainly not forgiving. After squatting in several, discrete locations for roughly three years I learned through word of mouth that my old friend Chilliad was somewhere in Chernarus. I'd been waiting to meet my friend Chilliad Young for some time, but the sudden turn of events proved to stall our rendezvous. I had little to no access to the internet or the news, so I had no clue what was happening in Chernarus besides the obvious signs of military activity. Naturally, I had learned to scavenge what I could as quickly as I could without being caught, so transitioning to the post-apocalyptic lifestyle wasn't very difficult for me. It certainly took a toll on me mentally though, as the one thing I feared the most had come back to haunt me after a desperate escape. War was ravaging my new home, a war that society was destined to lose. I had several encounters with the infected before realizing fully what was going on, which terrified me as it would anyone. After recovering from shock, I reminded myself of my friend's rumoured appearance in Chernarus. My new purpose would be to find my friend, if he was still alive, and to keep us alive. No matter what it took, I needed to find him. We could survive.

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