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Shika Boomba
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Depressed but not crazy
  3. Morale
    Good morale, optimistic
  4. Date of birth
    2000-02-12 (19 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Denver Colorado United States
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    none, all dead
  11. Religion
    Spiritual but not religious


  1. Height
    181 cm
  2. Weight
    60 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Long curly hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    one tattoo of a gold bar on the left arm, other than that nothing out of thew ordinary
  8. Equipment
    Nothing as of right now, just the clothes on my back, and whatever I can find from scavenging
  9. Occupation
    Used to be a music producer
  10. Affiliation


I remember when all of this shit started. I was living the American dream at age 17, capitalizing on my music and blowing my money on whatever I wanted. I lived a life of comfort due to the hard work I put in the studio over the years, finally catching a break and signing to a massive label. My wealth grew exponentially, and it was well deserved for the most part, I had gotten enough money to buy myself a plane and my own personal pilot (it wasn't no fancy private jet but it got me to where I wanted to go.) I felt like this was God's gift that he owed me for my shitty child hood. No this isn't some stupid sob story about how hard my life was as a kid, but losing your parents at 14 really makes life a lot harder than you'd expect. But that turned out to be the least of my worries because the future would eventually screw over most of the worlds population.

It was 2017 and I had flown out to Turkey to do a show for this big festival and I had been staying there for about 3 weeks. There was plenty of tension in the air due to the current war in Russia, and there was word spreading about people getting sick from a virus we haven't heard of. People started bleeding out of their eyes - seemed like something straight out of a horror movie. Whatever it was it was spreading fast, just a couple of days later we started hearing reports of people carrying the disease to turkey. Fucking great. I just so happened to be in a country where people were turning into rabid freaks. Next thing I know half the God damn country is infected. Turns out I'm lucky enough to have an expensive place to stay where I could lock myself in and seclude myself from the outside world, because there's no way in hell I'm gonna let myself turn into one of those ugly motherfuckers. At least that's what I thought until one night my pilot woke me up in a panic telling me that there's shit loads of those things making their way towards us and we needed to move fast. I put on whatever clothes were on the floor and I booked it out of there, running as fast as I could towards the plane. I've never bee so happy to own a plane in my entire life. We lift off and I get a downwards view of the most surreal sight I've ever seen. The entire road is flooded with people, looking like a depressing gay pride parade gone wrong. My pilot quickly gets my attention and tells me the second shittiest piece of news I've heard besides a bunch of sick freaks taking over the country. "We're almost out of fuel, we'll barely be able to make it to Russia and that's only if God is on our side." Cool now I have one more reason to just jump out of this god forsaken plane and not have to worry about this bullshit anymore, I'd rather die then go to fucking Russia. Now I'm stuck going to this country that is also facing the same outbreak that we just escaped from. This is a suicide flight. The next few hours I mentally prep myself for the future. Finally I see land and my pilot radios in hoping someone answers us. A minute goes by and we hear nothing but static. We give it one more shot and finally we hear a voice on the other side speaking english. We tell him we're are flying from turkey to escape the outbreak and luckily enough this guy has a place for us to land. We land and he takes us in with open arms, feeds us and lets us sleep on his couches. I couldn't sleep for the next day or so because I'm so shaken up worried that I'm going to spend the rest of my life in russia with my pilot and some random guy. Well two years later that isn't the case because I ended up losing both of them to the infected in the following months. Now I'm all alone in this place called Chernaurus trying to figure out why I'm still alive, hoping to run into some people I can talk to. It gets lonely out here. I just wish one day i'd wake up in my own bed back in america and realize this was all just a bad dream, but that day has yet to come.


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