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Duane Bones
Character information
  1. Alias
    Dem Bones
  2. Mental
    His mind has begun to slip over time, but he is determined & focused as ever.
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1989-04-20 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Austin, Texas
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Spanish
  9. Relationship
  10. Religion
    No Affiliation


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    96 kg
  3. Build
    In shape, muscular & wide shoulders. Stocky-ish build but malnourished from years of the apocalypse
  4. Hair
    short/messy lightish brown hair. Looks dark brown/black in certain lighting
  5. Eyes
    Hazel fill with a dash of Kelly green around the retinas. A beautiful gradient, inherited hazel from his mother & the green from his father. To quote the great Mos Def, "...The thousand yard stare that'll pierce through your armor, You can get it on right now if you want to, But when ya front lines get marched through, I warned you, You know who forever belong to,"
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Stern yet kind, always willing to lend a hand but encourages others to stand on their own. Has a scar on his stomach from a bar fight gone bad. A slight limp in his right knee from his last deployment to Afghanistan. Only ever shot in action once, in the ladder years of his FORECON service. took a shot to his right shoulder from behind as the enemy engaged in an ambush. Luckily the round went through and caused little damage.
  8. Equipment
    Only what he was able to scrounge from the Russian guard. (1) AK47 (3) Full AK 30RND Mags (3)empty but functioning 30RD AK mags (1) canteen (1) compass (1) standard issue Russian medium-range radio
    I've had to scrounge the rest from nearby villages & campgrounds.
  9. Occupation
    Ex-Marine Force Recon | CIA Contractor
  10. Affiliation
    The Commission
  11. Role


Well, I guess this is all declassified now...so - might as well.
I had spent the last 6 months in Takistan cleaning up loose ends & interrogating HVT's. The suits had it all figured out - [HQ]"Bones, our sources suggest potentially catastrophic nuclear tensions in Russia." - [bones] "(scoffs) yeah, right - our sources were shit 2 years ago in Afghanistan and they're shit now. Everyone knows Russia has nukes & they're crazy enough to use them... the question is where, when, & how do we stop it? This intel is useless." 6 months of bribing warlords feeding me false intel, getting caught up in ambushes & we had nothing; I was sick of it all....but we had one last raid on our agenda & then it was home sweet home.
I remember being very unenthusiastic that night, really in my head about the ethics of the situation.. but the Marines alongside me brought me back to earth just as it was time to breach. It was business as usual, professionals at work - until the doors were closed, and the marines were gone; Then it was time for my work to begin. After weeks of intense interrogation, the HVT began to crack; His mind began to slip into obscurity & was overtaken by a fit of rage. After hours of nonsense, he began to cite biblical verses in Arabic, so I brought in a Terp to translate. The Terp was unable to transcribe most of it, as the man was mumbling - but he did pick up on a verse relating to the "Day of Judgement". The Terp took it upon himself to question the man, "Why mention this verse?" "What relevance does it have?" - He repeated a series of numbers "7033231452444" before fainting. We knew these had to be coordinates.Next thing I knew, I was on a plane to Russia. The plan was to hot-drop 20km north of the Cherno-Russian border & move on foot to set up an OP in a remote corner of the Black Mountains. On the way to the LZ, our tail rotor was clipped by an RPG. When I finally regained consciousness, I felt as though I was drowning... had our bird landed in a lake? - before I could react, a bright light blinded me; [in broken English] "Who do you work for? What is your business here? Who sent you?" - I wasn't really in the mood for a chat & they wasted no time knocking my lights out.
I woke up to the sound of panic & the worst migraine I've felt since the morning after my 21st. The guards were mobilizing and engaging an unknown enemy & it appeared as if they were being overwhelmed. This was my chance to get free and continue my mission...if only I'd known what I know now, I might've not been so confident. In the confusion, I disarmed a lone guard & stripped him of his gear. I made my escape and headed for the mountains - just over that ridge was freedom.
For the past 2 years, I have been fighting my way through the aftermath of Chernogorsk; Trying to regain contact with the Agency...I have to get to the bottom of this..
one way or another.

Died cus some cunts ambushed us & got their feelings hurt. Not sorry.

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Great story look forward to RPing with ya

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