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Jay Harris
Character information
  1. Alias
    Harris
  2. Mental
    Semi stable. Jay has been alone for a while surviving, he enjoy solitude but appreciates the need for a strangers help, however is very cautious to accept it straight away.
  3. Morale
    There has to be a way for us to survive together, we may not always like each other but we need each other in these dark times.
  4. Date of birth
    1995-07-22 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Liverpool
  6. Nationality
    English
  7. Ethnicity
    African British
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Family
    Jennifer Harris/Sister(possibly deceased), None of the rest matter to me.
  11. Religion
    Agnostic

Description

  1. Height
    179 cm
  2. Weight
    63 kg
  3. Build
    Moderately Athletic
  4. Hair
    Medium
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Features
    I've never been different other than a slightly enlarged nose.
  7. Equipment
    Not much, supplies have been slim, I'm desperate for food and water and a good bed right now.
  8. Occupation
    My character was a Merchant.
  9. Affiliation
    n/a
  10. Role
    Scavenger

Background

My name is Jay and how I got to this place through sheer luck but let's start at the beginning shall we. The line of work I was in before all of this was buying and selling goods from other countries outside of the UK to sell back home for much more than they were worth, is it immoral, sure but damn was it profitable. You'd be surprised what somebody would pay for a €5 Rug as long as you gave it some sort of fake backstory. You see I'm a talker, somebody who can sell somebody anything.

At the time of this damn crisis I was in Turkey, it was always a great place to find exotic looking goods to trade back home. I suppose my luck run out as on our way home our Pilot become sick with the infection. One of our good friends and colleagues was undertaking his Pilot license, you know? a way to save us more money, be more profitable. However that's besides the point, the point is the bastard who got infected was on board and turned into one of those creatures mid way through our flight home causing us to land at Trabzon Airport.

We managed to escape but the panic next to the airport was evident, buildings burning, gunfire heard in the distance, it was a real shit show. My friends and I moved across the country side, we figured it would be a safer route, Rork, our stand in pilot and acquaintance knew the area fairly well, he knew of a small airfield off the map that housed a couple of planes and helicopters that could get us back home to England and out of this forsaken place.

Unfortunately we never made it to that airfield, we were separated.... you know some parts of my story are just for me, all's you need to know is I made my way through hell to make it to Chernarus. There was reports of safe havens in this area, people fighting back the infected, everywhere else in this area was overrun so I figured this place was my best way of getting back home.

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