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Caiden Zielinski
Character information
  1. Alias
    Cz
  2. Date of birth
    1985-12-07 (33 years old)
  3. Nationality
    US
  4. Languages
    English
  5. Relationship
    None

Description

  1. Height
    178 cm
  2. Weight
    77 kg
  3. Hair
    Brown
  4. Eyes
    Blue
  5. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  6. Occupation
    Machinist
  7. Role
    Drifter

Background

Caiden Zielinski used to live a semi-typical american lifestyle before the incident in Chernarus. He grew up in the countryside with an affinity for camping, hiking, hunting, fishing, and other such outdoors activities. Once he reached adulthood, he followed in the footsteps of his ancestors: at least one from every generation had served in the military. After settling on the US Air force, he was assigned as a 2WOX1 (Munitions systems). After a tour in Afghanistan, circa 2011, his enlistment was up. Turning to a more constructive career, post military, he went to school to be a machinist, and shortly after, landed a job with a private company that took on military and government contracts alike. Having no immediate family, and seeing the more lucrative side of being a government contractor, he volunteered for a position in Chernarus at the tail end of 2016; as in the wake of their 2009 civil war their infrastructure clearly needed some TLC. And then, in 2017, it happened. Infected. Zombies? no matter. Bombing runs. Having a good knowledge of ordinance, and fearing they may start resorting to dropping cluster bombs on the steady stream of falling cities, he ditched out of Berenzino into the country side: with little more than a kitchen knife and a hand full of supplies he grabbed from his rental home. Falling back on basic survival skills he'd learned in youth, he figured: "Less people, less zombies, less a chance of catching a high order care package via whoever was in the sky. Sure would be nice if Uncle Sam showed up with some Strike Eagles." But if this was happening back home, fat chance. Damn. Figuring he was largely on his own, he scraped by on the outskirts of what used to be civilization, looking for a leg up in the wild. A hunting knife, a decent hatchet, and a good rifle were the first things he sought. Up until the present, he's lived a solitary lifestyle in the forest, avoiding almost all human contact.

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