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Bjorn Jorgensen
Character information
  1. Mental
    Unstable
  2. Morale
    Neutral
  3. Date of birth
    1993-09-25 (26 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Slagelse, Denmark
  5. Nationality
    Danish
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  7. Languages
    English, Danish, Norwegian,
  8. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    61 kg
  3. Build
    Underweight but muscular
  4. Hair
    Brown, medium long, curly hair. Self cut, Poorly trimmed full beard
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Features
    - Tired
    - Few scars on arms
    - Depressed, lonely, suffers from PTSD after seeing buddy infected and slowly loosing mind after only human connection disappeared.
    - Scandinavian accent

  7. Equipment
    Anything he can carry.
  8. Occupation
    Scavenger
  9. Affiliation
    None
  10. Role
    None

Background

Bjørn Jørgensen is a 26 year old former soldier of the Royal Danish Army and volunteer of the CDF (Chernarussian Defense Force) He volunteered into the CDF in 2016 and was given the role of a combat medic. In the summer of 2017 him and his assigned unit were on a helicopter headed to Severograd. Their current mission was not specified, all they knew was they were headed there to "Cease national outrage" They landed around 2200 hours and were then briefed with their individual objectives. Bjørn was put on guard switch at the eastern checkpoint.

Early morning on the 10th of July 2017, Bjørn was sleeping as it was not his guard yet he was quickly awoken by the sounds of loud thunder. He walked out of the tent to see how bad the storm was. When he came out he was blinded by the sun peeking up in the distance. It was foggy, but the weather seemed fine? He looked up expecting to find the source of the thunder and he sure found it. It turned out that it wasn't thunder. Russian Jets flew over him in a split second followed by an ear ringing roar from the engines. A few seconds later it was dead silent except for the sound of birds chirping in the distance. His assigned guard partner Oleg stood a few meters from him, stiff as a rock and jaw wide open. "Those were Russian Jets right? What the fuck are they doing he-" Bjørn's question was cut short by the giant explosion from the storage base. Bjørn quickly rushed to the nearest cover he could find. His were ringing, he was confused. What the hell just happened? He checked himself if he was hit by any shrapnel. He was clean. After not hearing anything he slowly peeked out from his cover. Oleg was lying on the ground a few meters out, shaking lightly. Bjørn quickly checked near him if it was clear. It was clear. He moved out of his cover over to Oleg. "Don't worry man I gotcha." He grabbed Oleg's blood soaked shoulders. He was hit with multiple shrapnel and was knocked unconscious, yet he was still shaking. Bjørn dragged Oleg back towards the cover so he could treat him. However after dragging him for a few seconds, Oleg grasped out after Bjørn. Bjørn yelled out and let go of Oleg. Bjørn hadn't even noticed Oleg's face. He was too focused on getting him out of there. His face looked like nothing he had seen before. His eyes were bloodshot, layers of skin missing in different places. He looked horrible. Oleg was screaming but not a painful scream. More a scream of pure rage. Bjørn was in shock and he saw the only right thing left to do. Run. He ran as fast as he could out of there. He kept sprinting for what felt like hours. His mind was racing. "Why would the Russian's blow up a storage base?" "What the hell happened to Oleg?" "Where can he go?" "Did anyone survive except him?" He couldn't answer any of his own questions. All he knew was that he needed to find a safe place and decide what to do next. He went into a nearby forest and found a small shed near a river. He went inside and it was empty except for a few loose items on the floor. He sat down, exhausted. He checked his pockets for anything of use. He had a few bandages, a half empty bottle of water and a RADIO. He turned on the Radio and set the frequency to the HQ. "Hello!? Does anyone copy!?" He yelled, desperate for answers. Nothing. Just radio fuzz. He tried adjusting the frequency but with no luck.

After a while of thinking and worries he thought of heading back to see what happened. But decided it was probably a bad idea after seeing what happened to Oleg. Hours passed and Bjørn decided to explore the nearby area for any supplies. The water in the river seemed clean. His mouth was dry and the water looked very tempting. He decided to just go for it and starting drinking out of the river. When he was finished drinking he stopped for a second to see if it had affected him in any way. Knowing that he couldn't trust anything at this point. Not even nature. He continued to go around looking for supplies. He didn't have much luck. His stomach was growling from hunger. After walking for a bit in the forest he was suddenly out of the forest standing on a small hill looking down over a small town. He was desperate for food and answers so he ran towards the town. The streets were empty. He went up to the nearest house and knocked on the door. Nothing. He decided to enter the house anyways. The house looked like any ordinary house. He looked for food, supplies and weaponry. He found a few cans of food which he quickly took. He bashed them open on the kitchen counter corner. He ate one of the cans of beans and decided to save the rest. He spent a few hours looting most of the town and then decided to head back into the forest. Bjørn continued to survive like this the following months. Or was it years? He lost most sense of time and he was slowly loosing his sanity from being alone for so long. He started talking to himself and would draw faces on the empty cans and talk to them. Bjørn eventually encountered more infected. They were aggressive but Bjørn didn't want to harm because they made him think of Oleg. He suffered PTSD from seeing Oleg like that and would often have nightmares about him. He eventually killed one of the Infected with an improvised knife. He felt bad for some time but ended up shaking it off.

Bjørn continued to travel throughout chernarus looking for answers. He had only had very few encounters with other survivors. He met a young woman who quickly ran when she saw him thinking he was an infected. He tried explaining to her that she wasn't but she was so scared it didn't help. He threw some food towards her and left her. He encountered a friendly guy named George. They exchanged their stories with each other and spent a few weeks together wandering and looting. One day Bjørn and George were looting a village. They were split up and had decided to meet at the towns square when they were done looting. Bjørn went to the town square after a few hours but George wasn't there. And he never came. Bjørn sat for hours waiting for him. He called his name multiple times but were only greeted with roars of the infected. He was eventually forced to run after multiple infected found him. Bjørn is still looking for George today and he continues his lifestyle. Trying to stay alive. He is desperate for humans and answers.

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