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Silla Qinu
Character information
  1. Alias
    Ice Legs
  2. Morale
    Better then in the reserve
  3. Date of birth
    1970-05-22 (49 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    French, English, Inuktitut
  8. Religion
    Inuit Cosmology


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    102 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes


Ice Legs was a man of few words growing up, but he came out of his shelf when he finally left the reserve he lived and grew up in all of his live. Even if the hunting and the fishing and all the festivities he created and participated in. He was acclimated to the cold and the long walks before he moved, but soon got used to the long roads ahead of him. The day a car with two unknow white men pulled up in his village, he found a new passion within him: siphoning gas. However strange that sounds, he liked the smell and taste of gas. It all started the moment he saw the white car pull up, and one of his friends and family member dared him to go steal the gas outta that car. Not being a bitch, he did, and well, he quickly learned that he had a great destiny ahead of him, taking the gas out of every car he found. He dumped the gas he was siphoning on the ground when one of the two white men spotted him and yelled at him to get lost. However, these two had lightened up a passion within Ice Legs. 

He took his snow mobile and started going to white people town, siphoning all the gas he could. He had learned his lesson tho, he would now bring gas canisters with him instead of just his stomach. And with that, a nation wide crime wave started. He drove all the way around Canada, and re-selling the gas to other first nation tribes. He soon learned some bitch tribe had snitched on him, and he needed to get out of the country. He went to a cyber cafe and learned what was the most backwards country in the world: Chernarus. He made plans to head there, buying a sawed-off shotgun in case the authorities found him, he would rather be a martyr for aboriginal rights then to go to jail, and made his way to the East Coast. Trying to meet with his old tribe and catch a boat to the Europeans. However, the cops were right in his village when he got there, so he decided not to fuck around and just buy plane tickets instead, thinking it would be safer. 

He bought plane tickets, and without any issue, made his way to Chernarus. The only thing he regretted was that in this new place of residence, the people were too damn technologically backwards that they didn't have snowmobiles. 

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