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Clem Charleston
Character information
  1. Alias
    Clem
  2. Mental
    Stable. At peace with himself.
  3. Morale
    Medium.
  4. Date of birth
    1968-04-11 (51 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Alabama
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    White/ American Indian/ Irish
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    NA
  10. Family
    NA
  11. Religion
    Unknown. He believes in God.

Description

  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
    Not muscular or fat, does has somewhat of a small beer belly.
  4. Hair
    Long and flowing with streaks of gray that run like lightning.
  5. Eyes
    Blue. So bright blue it could be mistaken for a bluebird sky.
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Wrinkles around his eyes from squinting from working in fields and outside his whole life. His hands are covered in thick skin and scars from all the years of hands on work. He slouches a little bit from an incident years ago.
  8. Occupation
    Welder before the outbreak.
  9. Affiliation
    NA
  10. Role
    Food and water.

Background

Clem, Ole' Clem. He used to be a welder for some large pipelines up in Alaska. He was originally from Alabama, moved up to Alaska to weld on them oil rigs. He was making a killin up there and nobody would mess with Ole' Clem. He heard some word around the job site that there was a few openings for a several month trip to Chenarus to weld some large pipes. He also heard one of the "youngins" saying that they were gonna offer this trip to the best welders only. Later that day about 10 till quittin' time. Boss man came over to Clem with a raspy snarl and a mouthful of copenhagen saying "Ole' Clem you getting boxed up an haul'd off ya hear?" Clem smirked. He nodded his head, clocked off and headed home to pack. Clem swore he would never set foot on a plane. Boss man said he wouldn't let them travel for nothin' less than first class. Clem had never experience such riches. He ate his dinner, kicked back, and feel asleep. He awoke suddenly feeling rested. The plane was empty and smelled of smoke, he broke out into a panic, he jumped up immediately and rushed towards the back of the plane busting through the curtains separating each class. He busted through the last curtain to find the end of the plane was gone. He stepped off the plane, and saw the entire airstrip full of staggering hu-...or what...used to be humans. Clem snuck out of the plane and across the airfield, the "things" don't have very good vision. They're hearing is amazing, he creeps out into the wilderness and crafts a spear. Starting his journey of trying to live off the land to the best of his ability. He now must live off the land, gathering, hunting, and at the very least. Surviving.

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