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Maxwell Danilov
Character information
  1. Alias
    Maxwell Danilov
  2. Mental
    Anxious
  3. Date of birth
    1996-09-05 (23 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Eugene, OR
  5. Nationality
    Chernorussian
  6. Ethnicity
    White
  7. Languages
    English

Description

  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    68 kg
  3. Build
    Slim, Toned
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
    Dark Brown
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Light stubble beard and mustache, shaky hands.

Background

Maxwell Danilovich, age 22, a College student from Oregon with a deep-rooted Chernorussian family, arrived in Chernarus on June 30th, 2017. His parents had told him they were concerned about distant relatives and the declining political state of the province. Even after much arguing and pleading on his part to stay and continue the summer term at his local community college in Eugene, his parents insisted he come to meet distant family whom he'd never met. He could tell they were genuinely worried, and caved in. Arriving by boat in Chernogorsk, they headed west towards the northern side of Komarovo, to his father's family's house. On that first night they had a feast prepared by aunts fueled by liquor and beers Maxwell had never heard of, followed by forced introductions by his father to an uncle, three aunts he'd never met, and only his grandmother. The weekend went on, each day consisting of his parents & relatives trading stories and sharing laughs, all while Maxwell wished he'd just stayed home in Eugene. On Sunday, July 2nd all but one of his aunts, whom lived with his grandmother, headed back to their homes in northern Chernarus. Max spent the rest of the week inside, mostly watching what videos he could on YouTube and drinking strange beer throughout the days. As fighting broke out between Russia and Chernarus, Maxwell's family became more and more concerned for their safety but figured it would calm down within the week. They couldn't have been more wrong.

On July 12th, with rumors of the borders closing the ports being crammed, and his father's concern with his very old grandmother's ability to travel by boat, his father opted they head for the western border by car. They nervously crammed as much as they could into the trunk of the small hatchback his aunt drove daily and fled town. Not 10 minutes down the highway, with all the excitement and adrenaline, his grandmother's breathing sped up and she gripped her left shoulder. Maxwell alerted his mother, whom unbuckled in the front seat and leaned back to tend to Maxwell's grandmother with his aunt.

"She's having a heart attack!" she exclaimed to Maxwell's father in the front seat, making him whip around to see the situation in the back seat. In those few seconds he had his eyes off the road, he failed to notice a gentle bend in the highway. Before Maxwell could even shout, they collided with a large tree stump, sending the car tumbling. Upon impact his father head connected with the steering wheel, killing him instantly. His mother, in the front seat, and aunt, whom was in the middle seat in back, were ejected from the car and died on impact with the ground. Maxwell blacked out in the roll and woke hours later in the dark. Confused at first, he realized the car was laying on it's driver side. He was in complete shock and looked around desperately for a familiar face. He instead saw his dead grandmother beside his dangling body and his bloody father in the driver's seat. He scrambled out the passenger side window that had blown out and fell to the ground, the adrenaline keeping him from thinking straight or realizing how thrashed his body and muscles really were. Seeing his father dead and his mother and aunt missing from the vehicle, he knew only the worst could have happened. Sparing himself from seeing his dead mother, he panicked and fled the opposite direction on the highway towards the only place he knew was remotely safe in the province. His grandmother’s house. He walked for nearly an hour, his mind racing and in complete shock. After about an hour of walking in the dark along the side of the highway, the pain set in and he knew he had to rest. He chose to spend the night in the tall grass not far off from the highway.

He woke the next morning in immense pain and the sorest he'd been in his life. He continued down the side of the highway, along the way witnessing multiple attacks by the infected people attempting to flee the same direction. Each time, using the occasional forestry along the coastal highway as cover to get past. Upon reaching the outskirts of Komarovo, he waited until night to make his way to the house to avoid detection by infected. Eventually making his way to the house, he hunkered down and processed the situation he was in. He spent the following days locked in the main bedroom in the house with the blinds shut and only venturing out into the kitchen at night for food and water which he attempted to ration as long as he could. On the 23rd, with his rations being completely drained. He knew he had to venture outside, thus beginning his journey in Chernarus.

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