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Mischa Stanton
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Unusually chipper and optimistic, quick to snap to bouts of absolute depression and despair if left alone
  3. Morale
    Questionable (Leaning towards 'good' for now)
  4. Date of birth
    1994-09-09 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Columbus, Ohio
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Family
    Presumed dead, unable to contact.
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    176 cm
  2. Weight
    54 kg
  3. Build
    Lean, slightly muscular, malnourished
  4. Hair
    Medium length, dirty blonde
  5. Eyes
    Green eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Various scars line along her body. Claw marks, bite marks, sloppily stitched wounds from time passed in surviving.)
  8. Equipment
    Flashlight, whatever weapon she can get her hands on (Save for guns), Food and water
  9. Occupation
    Pharmacy Technician
  10. Affiliation
    N/A (For now)
  11. Role
    N/A (For now)


Born and raised in a middle-class family, Mischa was the only child to two hardworking 'parents' who did their best to raise their 'daughter' as non-spoiled as possible. Although initially, the attempts did not work, it took root later on in her teen years when she was presented with the choice "Volunteer for a camp, or go to a mandatory Boarding School" in a attempt to curb the level of entitlement and selfishness she had. It was in that first week of serving as a camp helper that she came to realize just how good she had it in life, and made the efforts since then to change.
When it came to ethics, she tried to stay as neutral and understanding as possible, though many could often sway her to be sweeter when they wanted her to be. A trait that often led to headaches and heartaches in her life.. But it also served as a wonderful life lesson in turn.
No matter how bleak or dark it gets, there will always be a ray of sunshine to pierce through. Even if it's the thinnest ray of light imaginable.
To be able to pursue and maintain a humanitarian influence in her life, once she had graduated high school she immediately sought out to work as a Pharmacy Technician- aspiring to become a full fledged Pharmacist. To be able to study and help procure and create the very cures other countries would desperately need. In addition to such, she found herself often volunteering as part of a Relief Effort force that would handle natural disasters.

Originally, good will and duty brought Mischa to Chernarus upon the first signs of the outbreak. The initial intent to lend a helping hand where and when she can, bringing with her extra food and water, supplies in the form of a independent group acting as an Emergency Response Team. Similar to OSHA, yet not nearly as fully funded. The team would barely have a chance to set up before strife took over and chaos broke loose, resulting in a initially innocent and noble gesture turned absolute horror.

In the midst of the chaos, Mischa's mind snapped and with it all sensibilities. She locked herself in a storage container with food, water and little else while the outbreak ensued all around. When the first scavengers arrived to pick clean the remains, they would find a woman curled up in a corner of the container, eyes wide and a face pale as snow.

Attempts were made to establish contact, but she did not say a word. Frustration and mercy persisted however, and the scavengers left her alone with only a bottle of water, a can of peaches, and a gun with one bullet.

When time passed, a shambling zombie found her and a shot rang out.

Mischa eventually stepped into the light, took a slow look around, let out a heavy sigh and said "Oh dear. What a mess! Time to get to work!" , with the most chipper, happy tune.

To this day she sets out to make the best of any and all situations, with a creepily cheerful demeanor. Those who have interacted with her often say she's like a ray of sunshine in a bleak storm, but remain weary with how sugary-sweet her personality remains. "Something ain't right with her. It's like there's nothing at all that can phase her. Nothing! ..Fear the poor man that manages to make her snap, that one."

From time to time, some say they can hear sounds of happy humming, and soft sobbing while she works.


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