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Max Powell
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1994-10-21 (25 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Seattle, Washington, USA
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages
  6. Religion


  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    77 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short, Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral


Ever since I got the job as VP of Wizemen Enterprise, I've been sent to places all over the world. That was the start of my new life. I had never had a taste of the rich life until the company sent me on many business calls around the world. That was when I discovered my taste in travel. Something about flying around the world and trying some of the many cuisines out there always got my blood pumping. From Canada, to Japan, to France, every place had its own adventure. The most recent adventure, though, was one I had never expected or thought possible.

I had recently taken a long vacation from the Vice President position and decided to do what I loved doing most; travelling. I had my eyes on many places, but Chernarus was the one that piqued my interest. I'd heard many good things about the area, but had never gotten around to seeing it myself. I decided now was the time. I packed what little clothes and utilities I owned, and headed out. Of course, I took a plane and first class. After what felt like forever, we finally arrived at the airfield. The second I stepped out of the plane, I could tell something was different, but I couldn't tell what. I should have gotten out of there at the first sign of what was to unfold, but I chose to ignore them.

It was the middle of the night in July. People were acting so crazy about some new "disease." Nothing could touch me in the comfort of my five star hotel, however. I'd just stay in, ordering room service to minimize contact with others. Things sounded to be getting pretty bad out there, but the government would surely have this all solved in no time. I'd tried to go to bed early despite the looting and widespread panic. BANG! I violently snapped awake to the incredibly loud sound of metal on metal, followed by an explosion. The floor beneath me was collapsing. I could barely see through the debris in the air. I threw on my shoes and coat, took the stairs to the bottom floor as hastily as I could, and was greeted by the sight of a cargo plane that had just crashed into the building I was staying in. The shock from just having come so close to death was enough to put me on my ass, but this wasn't the place. I got up as fast as I could muster, and ran as far as possible.

It's been about 2 years since that day, and things have only gotten worse from there. It's not only the infected you have to worry about now. People have become hostile. Stealing from one another for their supplies, just so they can survive a tiny bit longer. I'm starting to wonder... Will I ever find another friendly soul? Or will I be destined to be wandering this wasteland alone?


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