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Mark Briggs
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1988-11-14 (31 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Minnesota, USA
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
  9. Family
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    174 cm
  2. Weight
    78 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    U̲N̲I̲Q̲U̲E̲ ̲T̲R̲A̲I̲T̲S̲

    • A tattoo of the Greenworld Co. Logo on this left arm

    • A small GPS tracker implanted below the logo. Located underneath the brachial artery, ulnar artery and radial artery at the cubital fossa or elbow pit.

    P̲E̲R̲S̲O̲N̲A̲L̲I̲T̲Y̲ ̲T̲R̲A̲I̲T̲S̲

    • Calm, Cool, Collected

    • Serious
  8. Equipment
    • Lightweight Civilian Clothing
    • Lightweight Backpack
    • 1911 Sidearm
    • MP7
    • Basic survival supplies
    • Tin container of RAM-28
  9. Occupation
    Greenworld Co. Employee
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Chernarus 0300
Date: 07/10/19
"Ground Zero"

"I don't think I can do this anymore!"

"What do you mean you can't do this?"

"I mean it's not right to marketize a cure?"

"Listen man, we do this and bring it back to those corporate office chairs, we make so much money and we look like heroes!"

"No I'm out!"

"Well they said they had doubts about you. I hate to do this Briggs."

"Wait what?"

"Good luck out there!"

*The helicopter would begin flying away as Mark is shoved out to the ground.*

I had a feeling it was a bad idea from the start. I needed the money though. They went after people like me, desperate with enough knowledge in weaponry and self defense to at least survive.

I was working for a private American company, known as Greenworld, as a security guard, making way less than I should have been. I also had basic military training. They offered me the job to Chernarus after the last team didn't make it back.

Greenworld was the kind of company that appeared to be eco friendly, powering a better future, pushing America forward and creating a better life for everyone post outbreak America. Underneath though they would hide behind their fake smiles and figure out how at the end of the day they could manipulate the market to bring in the most money for themselves and the top 1% of America.

Their plan? Send grunts to collect samples from infected and survivors in the area for them to research and develop a cure they could marketize. It didn't seem right but it was better than no cure at all even at the asking price of well over my monthly rent. Something like that should be free to everyone.

I didn't know all of this initially and I was living in a crumby place barely getting by with few to call friends. So I didn't leave much behind when my dumbass accepted the offer.

Two weeks pre flight I started having second thoughts even though I knew there would be consequences for backing out. It just wasn't right. Once they found out I was out, they dumped me there. So I guess they are no longer my problem. Someday though I hope to make it back home and expose them and take them down.

For now my job is to survive. Simple as it sounds, sometimes it's a hell of a lot of work.


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