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Dante Johnson
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1999-01-28 (20 years old)
  2. Place of birth
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages
    English, Spanish, Portuguese, French


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    85 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short brown hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Sumption's lips and a receding hairline.
    A scar across the right eyebrow.


My name is Dante. I am 20 years of age and I'm originally from Belfast. My parents passed away in a car crash when I was 18. I was never very lucky in relationships; my first girlfriend was called Steph and she moved to America after 2 years of a serious relationship. I also love to fly, often I rent a helicopter and I go to explore the beauty of our world. Before the outbreak, I was a police officer in Belfast. Whilst I was responding to bank robbery in Belfast I got shot to my arm, which led to me getting an operation and having to take a 3-month break.

During my 3 month break, I decided to go on holidays to some of the best Post-Soviet states, which led me right to Chernarus. The landscape was beautiful even though that there was military outpost throughout the country as the country had just been through a civil war. About two weeks into my stay in Chernarus everything changed out of the blue, the military started patrolling the streets in tanks and even armed helicopters were making appearances. Personally, I thought that the country was about to start another war so I tried to make my way out of the country by booking flights back to Belfast. When I attempted to get the tickets I was told that the whole country was quarantined and that the airspace was limited to military forces only. I was told to go grab some weapons, stock up on canned food and barricade myself. Well, that sounded great at the time but there was a slight issue, I didn't have a home nor did I have a license to purchase weapons. As I rushed out of the airport I met Стэн (Stan) a native that offered to help me and offered me a place in his house with his family.

When I made my way into his house I was surprised by the number of guns he had up on the wall and the amount of canned food he had stockpiled, probably left over from the civil war. Fast forward a few weeks everything seemed normal except the fact we hadn't left the house of weeks until suddenly we see some weird type of people walking the streets, they didn't look, move or smelled like ordinary people, they looked and smelled putrid. They looked like something out of a movie or a really good Halloween costume. We avoided to make noise and stayed in our house.

After a month or so the electricity and water go out, the radio transmissions from the military advising us to stay indoors and giving us advice go silent and the whole country goes into a stop. Stan lived out in the country so we thought it was just a normal powercut, so we decided to grab a few cans of food, guns and water so that we could check the local village generator. As we make our way towards the village a zombie approaches us, the zombie didn't look as bad as the other and still had a human-like face, we could however distinctly tell it was a zombie from the growls and the bloody clothing. When I loaded my gun and aimed it at the zombies head, Stan yelled and told me to lower my weapon as the zombie was his high school best friend, Tomil. He tried to talk to him but there was no result so the zombie just lunged at him and bit him on the neck. It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to even aim my gun I just shot it. Killing Tomil but also striking Stan in the shoulder.

As my gunshot echoed through the dark dense surrounding around the village we heard loud grunts and screeches from the zombies that were nearby. Stan looked at me and told me to go without him that he was going to turn into a zombie and that I should save myself. I refused to leave him alone. Stan asked me then to return him to his house and lay him in his bed so we could take care of his injuries and I agreed to it. As we get home, Stan asked me for some privacy and I too agreed to it. A few hours go by and I heard a gunshot coming from his room, I barged into it and Stan had shot himself in the head. He left me a note telling me to take everything I needed from his house and that he was sorry he wasn't going to be able to help me but that he was happy that he was on his way to meet Tomil once more.

Since that day I've been on the run, I have a map that shows some sort of military base near the northern side of the country and I believe that that place will be my best chance at survival as there will be bigger weapons and most likely some other survivors that are on the way there.


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