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Frank Brady
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Hanging in there until he finds his wife. After that, who knows.
  3. Morale
    Frank is in high spirits although that is chipped away each day he doesn't find his wife.
  4. Date of birth
    1987-04-13 (32 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English & Aussie Slang
  9. Relationship
    Jasmine (currently missing)
  10. Family
    Wife (currently missing) | Child (deceased)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short brown hair with a beard to match and greys coming through.
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Frank is an expert at survival skills having lived in his cabin in the woods for quite some time. He is patient and his undying loyalty to his missing wife is admirable. It is also rumored that Frank is quite well endowed however some believe that Frank himself started that rumor.
  8. Equipment
    Basic food and water supplies and his trusty axe.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
    Frank is currently a lone wolf.
  11. Role


The name's Frank... and I guess you want to know how I ended up here?...

Well it all started a few weeks after the outbreak. Crazy to think that there could possibly be someone who didn't know about it sooner but I was happily living in blissful ignorance of the fact that Chernarus had gone to hell. Not that hard to avoid when you live in a little cabin in the middle of the woods with your wife and kid...

We didn't have much.... But we were happy..... You know it's funny, you never wake up and think that today is going to be the worst day of your life... They all start in the same way.... Wake up... Coffee.... Breakfast.... See what the family wants to do....

Well one day my wife and kid wanted to go out and have a picnic by the apple orchard nearby... We'd done it hundreds of times over the years... I... I should have gone with them.... But I didn't... It wasn't even far from the house.....

I kept busy while they were out, chopping wood and doing some maintenance around the house...

My heart sank when I heard my wife scream... You can tell by the sound of a scream when something is really wrong... There's something different about it to a little scare like seeing a spider in the house... Something distressing... Something very wrong...

With my axe in hand I ran faster than I ever thought I could.... Desperately needing to get to my family... Needing to keep them safe at all costs.... I'd do anything I could or had to if it meant they were in my arms and safe....

I'll never forget coming into the clearing by the apple orchard... Seeing my neighbour hunched over my child.... He'd already torn out their throat, there was blood everywhere and he was literally chewing on their face.... I....

I went into a blind rage... I don't even remember walking over to them... I lost count of how many times I struck my neighbour with that axe... By the time I was done he was a bloody, lifeless and dismembered mess on the ground...

In a sick and twisted way it's almost kind of funny... I'd killed my first zombie and I had absolutely no idea that he was one... At the time I honestly thought he'd lost his god damn mind and in a bloodlust murdered my child...

As I stood over my own child's lifeless body and the blind rage began to slip and let grief in I suddenly snapped back to my senses and realized my wife wasn't here... I frantically glanced around and started screaming her name to no avail... I dropped to my knees and screamed her name until my throat was hoarse and tears were cascading down my cheeks... The adrenaline was wearing off and true realization of what had happened was setting in...

I managed to gather myself enough to get back to the cabin, I tried my old radio but I couldn't raise anyone. A few minutes later and I was in the car and heading into town. I needed to get help, to find my wife, to tell the authorities what had happened.

Words cannot describe the sheer despair that I felt as I sat in my car just outside of town watching the undead shamble around...

It was the end of the fucking world as I knew it... My child was dead... My wife was missing and hell probably dead....

My reason for existing was gone...

I went back to the cabin, I buried my child, I searched for days around the woods, trying to find any sign of my wife... Nothing...

A few days later I was teetering on the edge of a chair, just about to let it fall and end it all...

I couldn't do it... If there was even a chance that my wife was out there alive... I had to know...

If she was dead I'd let myself die in an instant.... But if she's alive.... Nothing would stop me from helping her...

So I gathered up supplies and I headed out, determined to find out what had happened to her.

It feels like that was so long ago... To be honest I've lost track of time... It had very little meaning when everything you care about and love is gone... So now I wander from town to town.... Finding survivors occasionally... Hoping that one of them will know something.... Anything... Even the smallest of details...

Even though it may be a lost cause or totally insane I just can't bring myself to end it until I know what happened to my wife... If she is alive I'll do whatever I can to be with her and protect her once again... If she is dead then I can finally rest and join my family in the afterlife...


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