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Cristoph Janssen
Character information
  1. Mental
    Depressed
  2. Morale
    Unsecure
  3. Date of birth
    1985-09-29 (34 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Rotterdam
  5. Nationality
    Netherlands
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  7. Languages
    Dutch and English
  8. Relationship
    Widower
  9. Family
    Deceased
  10. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    92 kg
  3. Build
    Slim and tall
  4. Hair
    Black short hair
  5. Eyes
    Dark brown eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Bearded , positive and charming.
  8. Equipment
    Standard survival kit
  9. Occupation
    Used to be an dog trainer for the police.
  10. Affiliation
    Open to joining a group

Background

My Name is Cristoph Janssen im a 34 year old male from a small peacefull village in the Netherlands. Before the outbreak i had my perfect dream life a wife, 2 kids a little girl named Sarah and my little star Jonathan. A nice house in a good neighborhood my little boy was doing great in Soccer i was so proud of him everything was going so well until. Suddenly we heard about the outbreak from far away but we were too ignorant to prepare. Iff only we had gathered more supplies or even remotely knew what to do alot would be different right now. But everything fell apart when the outbreak hit our part of the land. We had to travel from city to city trying to survive by people's kindness providing us food but we everywhere we went we were turnt away for taking shelter because they were afraid to loose it all. We were surviving, maybe barely but we were surviving until one night. We were camped out in a small village when we were overrun, i could make it out but in all the panick i lost track of my wife and children. i searched for them for weeks maybe months. I never lost hope until i saw my little star Jonathan. Crawling, rotten and bewildered trying to attack me. It felt like i tried anything to take him back but nothing worked. I lost all hope and i just ran away from those memory's since i couldn't face the facts, i kept on going and going . Just looking for a little hope since i lost it all, i was trying to find a light in the darkness again. But i managed to get myself back together little by little after i met a group of traveling friends , who i now also call my companions. after all this time i felt some comfort, the comfort of not being alone, the comfort of having someone to talk to. Jesper was the leader of our group and my best friend. he knew so much about survial, he knew how to keep the group together. he was a very kind and caring person and someone who you could talk to if needed. Jesper one day told us of a food and weapon supply in a bom shelter somewhere in chernarus. he told us the place would be warm, safe and it should have enough food for atleast a year. So we decided to travel to Chernarus. We traveled for god knows how long. at first we had a car. that was the easy part. but when our fuel ran out we had no choice but to walk. we walked for days but finally we reached Chernarus, we expected to see some soldiers, but we didnt see them. no.... we didnt find any soldiers. but during our travels we got attacked by another group. that was a very hard day for me. we lost Jesper. he had been shot several times. i tried to save him, i did everything i could, but it was to late. this was a huge blow for all of us. he was our leader, he kept us together. now we are leaderless. and nobody is fit to take over the roll. and even worse, Jesper never told us the exact location of his bomb shelter. now were just wandering aimlessly, trying to survive in this wasteland called Chernarus.

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