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Arvid Nilsson
KennethRP
Character information
  1. Alias
    Röret
  2. Mental
    Unstable
  3. Morale
    High
  4. Date of birth
    1983-03-11 (36 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Göteborg, Sweden
  6. Nationality
    Swedish
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    Swedish, english and german
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Family
    None
  11. Religion
    Jewish

Description

  1. Height
    184 cm
  2. Weight
    89 kg
  3. Build
    Mid
  4. Hair
    Dark blonde
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Evil
  7. Features
    Agressive and outgoing. Loves to talk his way around things.
  8. Equipment
    Whatever he can get his hands on
  9. Occupation
    Smugglar
  10. Affiliation
    Trade Union
  11. Role
    Treasurer of Bones.

Background

I was never really a kind man. When I was a kid growing up in Angerd, Göteborg you had to be strong or fucking insane. When we where twelve we beat up old people and steal the little money they had like idiots. School was never really my thing and most off the time I just spend skipping or getting in fisght in the schools yard. 
When I grew older the crimes got bigger and ended up in a gang when I was only sixteen. Mostly I drive around packages between people on some trashy moped they gave me. But to never look in the packes or try to open them or they gut me. Now I know it was drugs and guns but who really cares. 

Everything was really good until I finally got a chance for something big. We where gonna rob a fucking bank. For real the most retarded thing I have ever tryed. We got a way with the money but the cops where on us. And people started to look for us. Me and one other guy decided it was time to get the fuck out off the country and slipped on and cargo ship going to Ireland. We used fake passports to get work as cargo loaders. Took alot off talking and money to get us in but hey, we got it.

We sailed to seas for years before my friend decided to jump off in Argentina. I will admit It got a little lonely in the start but making friends was never really hard and I already knew alot off the rest off the crew really well. One weekend we stayed in Dublin and me and some off the crew decided to hit the bars. If you have not hit a bar in Ireland you really need to, place is fucking insane. A couple off beers in and I start talking to some of the locals. Really rough guys you don't really wanna say something retarded too. And if you do they probley curbstomp you. We talked over some beers and I tell them I work on a cargo ship. Two off the dues started whispering to each other. I thought I was getting my head kicked in but sometimes the planets allign and I actually got some good deals to make with these boys. They wanted some cargo moved around and I did not really have an issue with that. Heck I needed some extra cash since almost all my money from the robbery is still stashed back in Sweden. So I took the job.

In the beginning it was really small things and not something hard to get on. Some drugs or some small firearms. If you know your way around the ship you can hide it really well. But stuff got larger and harder to get in. I had to pay off alot off people to get the stuff on. Maybe a bit more work but hey, I still made alot off cash. I have never really been good with dates and such but it most at least been the year 2017 and we where sailing outside coast off Chernarus and it was really fucking stormy. We took a really bad wave and started taking in water fast. I think we where about two miles off the coast and the ship was sinking pretty fast I had to leave alot off stuff behind and get a liferaft. Me and two other  crewmen jumped off and got a liferaft. Felt like we where in the middle off nowhere in the dark with the huge waves. Some hours later and the sun is coming up we can see that we are floating towards an  isleand just off the coast. This was really good since we lost the rations in the storm the night before. We crawl up to the land and the two other guys goes up to a nearby house to ask for directions and help as I start to pack up our things. All off a sudden I hear this loud screams and growling from the house. I run up there as fast as I can and see two what looks like pale dead humans biting the other two guys in the chest and face. I panic and grab A pipe and start beating one off the weird looking guys in the back off the head. He falls over my friend and tryes to get back up. I smack him once again and the other starts to notice me. It turns and i can see it into it's dead eyes. Before it could do anything I smack it in the face before running off. I start to look around for any normal people but the place is all filled with the dead looking people and gunshots. This was really fucking bad...


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