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Bengt Lexan
Character information
  1. Alias
    Bengan
  2. Mental
    Healthy
  3. Morale
    Calm
  4. Date of birth
    1960-07-20 (59 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Norway
  6. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  7. Ethnicity
    Norweigian
  8. Languages
    English, Swedish, Norweigan and Chernarussian
  9. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Strong, muscular.
  4. Hair
    Short white hair
  5. Eyes
    Blue eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    A scar adorns his right cheek. As well as a scar on the right upper lip. His right eye starts to twitch when he's nervous or getting angry.
  8. Equipment
    Basic camping equipment in the form of, matches, a hunting knife, rope, a backpack and a gold watch from his father.

Background

Bengt (Bengan) is in his seniors. Some would refer him as an old man. But both body and mind is as strong as ever with this hardened grandpa. Bengt came to Chernarus as a young boy from northern Europe. His father had gotten work as a military officer in Chernarus and naturally Bengt and his mother had to come along. He grew up in Chernarus on different military bases around the country and learned a few skills like handling and maintaining weapons as well as surviving in the wilderness. When he came of age Bengt started working as a carpenter, he was always skilled with his hands and building things came easy for him. He still honed his skills he learned as a child even as an adult by regularly go on hunting trips and camping in the woods. He lived a good life on his own, no wife and no children. He had a couple of trusted friends and the years went by in a breeze. Bengt was going on a long camping trip with his friends when he first came in contact with the infected. It was night and they had set up camp. Four tents was risen around a large campfire. The embers were smoldering and freshly cut meat was cooking. They had all been enjoying some vodka and a few beers. Tipsy and loud they were, all four of them. Maybe that's why they never heard something approaching from the bushes nearby. Five crazed humans came bursting toward them. Bengt and his friends barely had time to react before they were upon them. Bengt reached for his hunting knife as quickly as he could. He was "lucky", the infected had gone for his friends first. He could saw his buddies fighting for their life to get the sickly crazed humans off of them. They snarled and clawed at the poor drunkards. Bengt rushed over and fought tooth and nail to save his comrades. A bloody Bengt was the only one of the group who made it out of that forest that night, and little did he know how nothing would be the same ever again. A few hard years has gone by, and Bengt is both hardened and fueled with hatred towards the infected. He usually lives in the woods, camping and living off the lands. He hopes to find a good place to settle down. Somewhere deep in the woods. Because when he's in the woods. He feels like nothing has changed in the world.


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