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Ashven Davis
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1986-02-14 (33 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    English, Chernarussian, Japanese
  8. Relationship
    Johan Davis
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Brown, slightly greying
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
    Right side of face is heavily scarred around the cheek and jawline, usually wears some sort of mask to hide it
  7. Occupation
  8. Affiliation


A puff of air is seen as Ashven exhales, it's a cold morning, coldest morning he's seen since the outbreak. 
Ashven pokes the small fire he managed to start with his combat knife, sighing heavily, "How many days has it been, since we've been stuck here?  I want to go back to my bed, to my husband." He closed his eyes, lost in a memory.

He had been stationed out on one of the NATO bases, Ashven was a Second Lieutenant and was ordered to go to Serverograd where there had been reports of rabid soldiers attacking civilians even after having been dismembered
However on his way through Berenzino his vehicle was swarmed by these rabid civilians and soldiers. He was forced to order his men to drive through, but in the pile of bodies they managed to ruin their vehicles.
Several of his men didn't make it, and those that were left were frightened. It was his job to lift morale and keep these men alive, but he couldn't do it, he wasn't set up for this task. 

Nobody taught him how to keep calm while his men were eaten alive.

He ordered his group to make their way through Gorka, back to the airfield near Grishino, but it was a long trek, and they quickly found out moving through towns was dangerous as they were usually full of rabid people, he lost all but one of his men, Armin, learning this.
The intense stress was building up, he had been hesitant to fire on the civilians, thinking they may just be sick, we may be able to cure them, but that thought process gave way to survival instinct. 
Fear and terror slowly gave way to military training as they arrived at the Grishino airfield to find it on fire, they heard fighters overhead and watched bombs get dropped on a mass of people...

Ashven opens his eyes again, the sun is out on this cold, winter morning, the coldest winter he's experienced yet. He heard shots, somewhere off in the distance, from his best guess, south towards Elektro. 
He pulls his pack on to his shoulders, holsters his pistol that was sitting on the snow covered log next to him, and shoulders his rifle. 

He takes a second to look at his dog tags, he's wearing many, but he stares for a minute at one that reads "Armin Chekov", I'll protect the civilians for you, friend. 

I promised

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