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Pubert Polpo Mcdonald
Character information
  1. Alias
    Chicken
  2. Mental
    Shattered
  3. Morale
    Different
  4. Date of birth
    2000-09-11 (19 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Venice, Italy
  6. Nationality
    Italian
  7. Ethnicity
    White Italian
  8. Languages
    English, Italian
  9. Family
    None
  10. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    73 kg
  3. Build
    Slim
  4. Hair
    Black
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Equipment
    White Clothes
  7. Occupation
    Chef

Background

Before all of this started, a family known as the 'Mcdonalds' resided within a small suburb in England, they were a happy bunch near the start. Always sticking together and never leaving each others side, however that was long ago.

After the death of the families father, money became rare due to their primary gain of money being lost. The house was repossessed and the debts began to build up.

The mother of the family struck an idea, an idea to bring back the former families glory. They would move to Chernarus to start a small fast food business known as 'Finger Licking Chicken'.

Business was well near the start, the revenue was just above the cost leading to us steadily increasing merchandise and eventually buying a warehouse.

Everything was perfect.

But then it all changed.

After the dead started to come back to life the family became shocked, they retreated to the only safe house which they thought was viable, the storage house. The place was perfect and filled to the brim with food and water. It wasn't that healthy but it kept them stabilized.

After being stuck in the warehouse for six months and there being no sign of military activity, we opened the door. After doing this other survivors poured in, at the start we gave them food out of generosity. But then people got greedy.

What we gave them wasn't enough. They started tearing the cans of peaches out of our defenseless hands. Food storage dwindled.

After the mother spent two weeks of watching her sons rib cages protrude out of their chests, she took action. The first survivor who came in was called Mike, my mother killed him with a single blow to the head with a meat tenderizer, it was messy at first. But we had experience in food so we skinned and butchered him. it tasted like pork and veal. It wasn't that bad really.

After my mother died of Vitamin D deficiency the family tore into her flesh as well, it seemed like what she would want. Supplying her sons with nurture beyond the grave.

There was nothing left, except the business now. We can't let that die as well.

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