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James Kevinsky
Character information
  1. Mental
    Quite mentally stable, more than he has a right to be
  2. Date of birth
    1993-04-05 (26 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    United States of America, Oklahoma
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
    Caucasian (Irish-Gaelic)
  6. Languages
    English, Chernaussian
  7. Religion


  1. Height
    172 cm
  2. Weight
    66 kg
  3. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  4. Occupation
    Hunter and general scavenger


James J. Kevinsky, a simple man. Being a hunter in a past life, he now wanders empty fields and wrecked cities, surviving day by day. Doing what he can to help without being killed in the process. He is not the quietest of people, nor does he try to be such. Having many stories from a past life, being more than willing to share such. Though, despite his willingness to share (At times overshare) things about himself, he is not one to shy away from listening other people's problems or stories. Often sharing his own input or advice on the situation. All in all James is a man with a good heart, willing to fight and protect what he believes in.

James Kevinsky was a tourist, like most that first came to Chernarus, coming from the states. Though, as the weeks past from his visit he began to gain a deep love for the country's vast wilderness, and rural feel. So, having nothing left back at home he decided that was going to be his new home. It took several years for him to save up the money to actually move there, regrettably spending all of his savings on the first trip. Finally being able to move, but at such poor timing as it was a week before everything went to hell, only learning the basics of Chernarussian.

Living in pretty much the middle of the woods and having no care for news, radio or contact with others he spent the first few weeks completely unaware of what was happening. Assuming much of the heard gunfire was only some people having fun with their weapons or some sort of national holiday he was unaware of. The brunt of a the chaos had passed him, being a few weeks after most of the dust had settled. Mainly feeding himself on the local fauna while he was completely unaware of the hell that had become of Chernarus.

But eventually, as supplies tend to do. He was beginning to get low on them, heading out to one of the small towns he'd get most of his goods from. Only to find it seemingly abandoned, except for one wandering soul. It growled and grunted, being all the unwiser he approached it. Only to find out to be the one of the many zombies, fighting it off he finally discovered what happened. The second coming Christ had just happened and he missed it, only leaving the souls of the damned and demons to wander the Earth.

Of course this was his theory, but one he fully believed in. So, he did as many survivors did, and scavenged as much as he could. Believing that the owners had just ascended to heaven. He kept salvaging, and looting. Wandering Chernarus for what seemed to be forever, fighting off these "Demons' and just trying to survive.


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