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Marco Viola
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Stable until alone
  3. Morale
    High despite the injury
  4. Date of birth
    1996-01-09 (23 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Turin, IT
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    Italian, English
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    186 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Not muscular, but athletic
  4. Hair
    Short and Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Burn scars on the hands (by saving a survivor from a building on fire). Splinting on the left leg (due to a struggle with a crazy survivor. That survivor is dead).
  8. Equipment
    Usually random and functional equipment.
  9. Occupation
    Survive and help people in danger.


This is the story of how i became a lone wolf. I am a researcher with a degree in natural sciences, I was in Chernarus to study the biodiversity of the Chernarussian landscape depending on the different human settlements. I was there with my girlfriend, we stayed in an apartment in Zelenogorsk. We should have stayed there a couple of months but... After two weeks I was in the woods next to Zeleno and my girlfriend preferred to stay home because of a little fever, I remember I heard a couple of bangs, but I was worried more about myself because I thought they were hunters. But after a while, on the way back home, I saw some military trucks anticipating me on the way to Zelenogorsk, I started being scared. The real fear started when i start hearing some kind of war sounds, gunshots, explosions, sirens. My girlfriend. I started to run, but when I arrived, the scene was terrifying. the military was shooting at anything that was moving. I was so scared. In another direction i saw people chasing other people, trying to bite them and litteraly eating the corpses... It was the hell, but i needed to find and save my girlfriend. I ran in direction ofour building trying to avoid any other screaming or weapon-holding human being. The main door was broken and the first floor was covered in blood, i took the stairs and a person covered in blood screamed at me and started run in my direction, i remember i kicked him in the face and i pushed him down trough the stairs continuing my run. Our appartamento door was opened by the inside... she was probably
she had probably fled, but where? Just the time to asking it to myself and that thing started screaming at me again from the flight of stairs, ad after a second a bullet smash his head... the army was in this building too, i runned into the appartament and throwing a cup to the window i jumped outside and I started running towards a random direction. I've never seen her again.

After the army retreated to the border and after having understood the situation, I started moving myself city by city, trying to help all the people I couldn't help that day ... like

(Trying to improve my english, sorry for mistakes)


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