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Server time (UTC): 2019-11-20, 23:24
Christian Olsen
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Date of birth
    1991-03-13 (28 years old)
  3. Place of birth
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages
    Norwegian, English.
  7. Relationship
  8. Family
    Thore Olsen (Father), Ingrid Olsen (Mother), Isabel Olsen (Sister).
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    171 cm
  2. Weight
    103 kg
  3. Build
    Average, lightly overweight.
  4. Hair
    Short, rugged brown hair.
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Equipment
    Broken camera.
    Torn notepad.
    2 pencils.
  8. Occupation
    Freelance Photographer.
  9. Affiliation
  10. Role


"Well how should I start?"

"...Oh I know, I was born like everyone else. Heh, nah but honestly my life is nothing to write about and yet here I am writing about it and this freaking way as well."

"Alright, let us just do it simple and easy."


"So yeah was born in Norway and had a normal childhood and all that, always liked taking pictures of people and things, no idea why. Well that is a lie, I do know why I like taking pictures, it is like how the saying goes. A picture can say more then a thousand words and the one about where a picture captures a piece of the persons soul. A single moment frozen in time forever, kinda strange when you think about it but meh no one really does that.

Hmm, aight continuing. When I was around nineteen I got the mandatory call from the military and proceeded to do my two years of recruit stuff or whatever you call it, no idea why but I got put in the HMKG. No real reason far as I know, I am just your average lad but maybe that is what they needed more of. Either way once I finished my little recruit stay and the rest of the period required I didn't re-enlist or whatever.

Decided to just do freelance work as a photographer, nothing exciting just a few out of country assignments about taking woe is them type pictures about suffering children in Africa and the situation in different third world countries, nothing really big, closest I got to anything exciting was whenever some local bad breed decided I looked like a good target to rob.

Fast forward to a year or so before hell started using earth as a trash bin for their waste. I got a job taking pictures of Chernarus for some documentary or whatever about the state of countries that are in war or have recently finished, left or anything containing ending a war. So me and a group of around seven people take a flight down and get briefed about where to go and where not to go and then we head out to take the pictures. Sounded easy enough but it ended taking quite some time as we had several not so good interactions with the local government due to one group going where they shouldn't. Fast forward after three months and we are cleared up as they are forced to leave the country and such, we were then forced to be escorted by a guide that would make sure we stayed where we were allowed.

So yeah that is it. Told ya it wasn't anything good."


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