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Duke Reeder
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Stable and Sharp
  3. Morale
    Determined to Survive
  4. Date of birth
    1986-10-20 (33 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    191 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Tall and Muscular
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown and Short
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Features
    Arms like pythons and a jaw that was chizzled by the gods themselves
  8. Equipment
    Most of my military-grade equipment was taken and destroyed when I was captured. I found the best set of clean clothes I could find and put them on so I could get out of dodge.
  9. Occupation
    Marine In United States Marine Corp
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


My name is SSGT Duke Reeder, or at least that's what they called me before the SHTF.  I have served for the past 8 years as a demolitions expert in the Force Recon division of the U.S.M.C.  My company’s main goal was to pin point a terrorist group in northern Georgia and report on its locations and habits of traffic.  During a night recon and scout mission I was abducted after an I.E.D destroyed my team's Humvee, and after 4 days of being relentlessly tortured I managed to strangle my 2 captors with the vintage soviet manacles I had broken when they slept in their drug and alcohol induced stupor. After I was free I decided to make my way back to the F.O.B and let them know of my endeavors.  But when i arrived all i found was an empty building and old Humvee tire tracks. Little did I know that when I left that day I would never be coming back. So it's been about a month since I've left and times have definitely been rough. I've been scavenging wild zucchinis and I've been fortunate enough to come across a vacant peach grove. I traveled to this area because I thought I could make my way back home during the chaos of what was happening in South Zagoria.  All I had heard was that there were uprisings. I mean they told us at the F.O.B that the commies were killing each other over meager rations and penny-less coffers again, but leave it to good ole Uncle SAM to keep the wool over your eyes... So as you can see I didn't know much about what to expect in the coming days. I can tell you now I wish I would have stayed in Georgia in that empty F.O.B. At least when I had to kill there the people stayed dead. In my recent days I have learned that a human's will to survive is great in extreme circumstances.  So here I stand with a Will of Iron ready to survive.  OORAH!

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