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Tyler Macechine
Character information
  1. Alias
    Scapes
  2. Mental
    Hopeful
  3. Date of birth
    1991-04-02 (28 years old)
  4. Nationality
    Candian
  5. Ethnicity
    White
  6. Languages
    English
  7. Family
    Currently unkown
  8. Religion
    n/a

Description

  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Atheltic with a belly
  4. Hair
    Long Dirty blonde
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    A necklace given by their parents before everything had happened
    Red beard and usually found wearing a toque
  8. Occupation
    Trader
  9. Affiliation
    None

Background

Tyler Macechine was an orphan at a young age being told both his parents were lost. Going from family to family Tyler had learned at this point to raise himself and found he had a natural ability to barter with people. By his early 20's Tyler was trading and making sales as if it was breathing to him. Sometimes getting into trouble with some of the "deals" he would make, however as many people he would get in trouble with there was also another that he would consider his family. Always looking to avoid a fight, Tyler tended to use his words in order to avoid conflict, in most cases the person that had the issue with Tyler wouldn't realize had had happened until he was long gone.

Then the apocalypse happened. Everyone he knew that both loved and hated him were gone. He wandered quite some time, feeling like he was an orphan again, cursing the zombies that now covered the land. Months had passed without any other human contact, at this point he had gotten very adjusted of the everyday life of scavenging supplies and clearing the zombies. After one of his trips through desolated strip malls unable to find more then a couple fuses and rebar, Tyler had come across another survivor. Unsure of what to do, Tyler watched them for a bit. However while watching and waiting his stomach growled, the other survivor instantly picked up on the sound. The two catch eyes and quickly draw their weapons. Intensely staring at each other suddenly heard a large crash as if a car had gone through a house with a moment of silence after. Out of the side of both of their eyes they catch what looks to be over 20 zombies running at them, in that moment they know they must team up in order to survive. After what felt likes hours of stress but in fact was only minutes they both had survived the attack, but nightfall was coming quick.

The two agreed after helping each other survive they could trust each other at least for one night, they found a near by water tower and set up camp inside for the night. As the night passed the two got talking, the unknown man was actually a trader by the name of Ving Trametchky. Ving had just headed north from Chernarus in hopes of gathering new materials for his trading company back there. While talking about his company, Ving had mentioned the name of one of his scrappers that would go through the towns in the area, Aurther Landry. Tyler perked up to this with large amount of excitement and a glimmer in in eye that had not been there since the Apocalypse.

"You know him" Ving asked
"Aurther and me go way back, when all this happened I couldn't find a soul, figured the worst and moved on"

Now knowing after months of just surviving Tyler had a goal. When morning came Ving and Tyler parted ways. Tyler headed back to his camp and gathered as many supplies as he could carry, knowing there was a chance he could see someone from his former life fueled him with the same enthusiasm he had back before all the madness had happened. The plan trade goods for information and other wares like he used to, the destination....Chernarus.

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