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Sims Solis
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Date of birth
    1995-10-21 (24 years old)
  3. Place of birth
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages


  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    68 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
    Beard, short hair, with a scar down his forearm.


My name is Sims Solis, and I was a contract mercenary before the outbreak. I lived in Michigan in the United States. I was in my mid 20's when the outbreak happened. I am 5'10, medium build, with a beard and short hair. I have a few scars on my arms, from when I was working security, but the most noticeable one is a long scar down my forearm, from when I was shot trying to get my client to safety. Whenever I was home, I would work security at a construction company in Detroit. It wasn't always an easy job, but it was the one I enjoyed. I often went to different countries to work on a variety of different security jobs.

When I was working, I made sure to choose which work I took very carefully, so as to avoid working for any really scummy company, but when I found a decent employer, I would become fiercely loyal to them until the contract was up. I would do anything for them, without questioning them at all. I came to Chernarus because I was hired to work security for a large company in a nearby area that worked mostly on helping the less fortunate. They would deliver care packages to the homeless, and people who were living in poverty. Most of the time it was food, or medical supplies, sometimes it was clothing and other necessities. It was probably my most favorite job, as normally I wouldn't be helping anyone else directly. It brought me joy to see the people's faces who I was helping light up once we arrived.

When the apocalypse happened, they started working a lot of overtime, working their employees, and myself, until we hit our limit. One day, while we were out on a run, we were ambushed by a group of bandits, and they stole everything from us. They let us go with only the bare necessities, and enough food for a day. Our group tried to scavenge for more supplies before heading back, but we ran into a horde, and in the end, I was the only one that came out alive. Since the company I worked for was too far away to walk to on foot, I decided from then to go off on my own, in hopes of finding anyone else who may need help. I've run across a few lone survivors, who I gave help, food, and medicine away to when I could. It's been months since then, and now I'm only trying to to survive, and find a place I belong.


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