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Deer Isle Purge
TODAY | 2019-11-15 00:01:00 (server time) | Starts in 3 hours, 47 minutes | Deer Isle Server | PvP
Alessandro Chianti
Character information
  1. Mental
    Almost stable
  2. Morale
    Low
  3. Date of birth
    1990-02-19 (29 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Moncalieri
  5. Nationality
    Italian
  6. Ethnicity
    European
  7. Languages
    Italian, English
  8. Relationship
    Lost
  9. Family
    Lost
  10. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    68 kg
  3. Build
    Slim
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Black
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Equipment
    usually a field kitchen
  8. Occupation
    Cook

Background

My name is Alessandro Chianti, I'm in this hell because of my family ... and now I don't even know if I have one anymore. I escaped from Italy before the outbreak. I was looking for luck ... what a fool. I have experience in the kitchen thanks to my old job at a trattoria in Italy and I was hoping that the fame of Italian cuisine could help my career. I came to know of Chernarus thanks to a Neapolitan friend of mine who has knowledge in this area because of his university internship. He spoke very well of the place, especially with regards to the quality of life and the services offered by the various cities on the coast. So thanks to a temporary agency with various offices in Eastern Europe I found a job as assistant cook in a restaurant in Chernogorsk. Starting from my Italian city, it took me 6 days to reach the area (traveling with cheap coaches in Europe should be classified as medieval torture). I arrived in Novodmitrovsk 2 days before starting my new job. The apocalypse began while I was traveling to Chernogorsk. I remember we were on the highway in the middle of the countryside, the bus stopped at the gas station to refill the fuel but found no one ... No one "alive". 4 infected attacked us, the Romanian family with me on the bus was torn to pieces, instead of helping them I used them as a diversion to escape ... I will never forgive myself. On the highway I was saved by peasants from Pulkovo who were returning from the Novaya Petrovka hospital. They chose to flee to the mountains, I don't blame them but I preferred to stay in the area, I think following them would have been suicide. Life is hard now but thanks to my cooking skills I can make myself useful for the small community I joined at the Pulkovo market. They are teaching me to defend myself and move in the area. They are guardian angels

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