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Eli Ryker
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Mild PTSD , Mentally stable
  3. Date of birth
    1998-03-20 (21 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
  9. Family
    James Ryker (Father) (Deceased) Elizabeth Ryker (Mother)(Deceased)
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    201 cm
  2. Weight
    136 kg
  3. Build
    Tall and Built
  4. Hair
    dark brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Good
  7. Features
    full thick goatee, scar above left eye, and scar in left side mid ribs.
  8. Occupation
    Ex Prison Cell Extraction Response (CERT) Team Sergeant


The names Eli Ryker I'm from Texas I was just a normal guy moving my way from job to job getting layed off left and right, times were tough. Life seemed hopeless for me I was digging a hole and racking up debt more and more everyday I was spending money I didn't have on booze every night trying to drown the depression away. being only 21 and having an addiction to alcohol and no job, I decided there was no place for me in this world I reached under my mattress grabbed my old pops hand gun and decided I was just gonna do the world a favor all I was doing was wasting air and my own time knowing I wasn't going anywhere. What I thought was my last night to get tore up on the booze turned out to be my awakening, I got so tore up that when I pulled that trigger of that old hand gun I missed and dropped the gun. Just so happen that grandpa's old gun was never oiled and it locked itself up, unable to fire anymore. moments later my phone gets an alert which was none the less strange especially at 3am. I look and its Dave, Dave had been my befriend since the day we started grade school together. Dave had been working at this big prison for months and had been telling me about all the gruesome things that he deals with and his long hours he works. The message Dave sent me had said " hey buddy I hope you're doing well, we just had to lay off 2 officers would you be interested". I thought to myself is that something id really enjoy or just another job id lose in a couple months, why the hell not I decided to give it a shot. Fast forwards its Monday the interviews went well and I even got put on the same shift as Dave which was a huge relief. Dave and I decided to meet at his place to car pool to work. I got to his house around 4pm our shift started around 6pm but Dave's motto was "if you aren't 15 min early you're late" so we greeted when I arrived and then proceeded to get in uniform and left to work. My first day went extremely well It was a strange feeling I got after that it was like I was meant to be there. a whole year had passed and I non stop everyday had worked my ass off , I wasn't scared of the inmates no matter the threats they made or the situations they put me in I was kind of a natural born corrections officer. I had been doing so well I passed Dave up in the chain of command and even became Sergeant (SGT) of the Cell Extraction Response Team (CERT) meaning I was the lead guy anytime a serious issue came into play such as an inmate with a weapon he had crafted or major riots. Dave did not like me being better than him at the job he got for me and our friendship became nothing, due to this Dave wanted me gone and out of the spotlight for good. Dave hatched up a plan in his devious jealousy fueled brain to get me fired and better yet to keep me out of corrections forever to make me receive a F5 meaning no corrections unit will ever hire me. So one day I was out with a couple of the other CERT team members at a training event off the unit. Dave had snuck into our armory put on all my gear mind you it is all labeled SGT RYKER on it and he proceeded to walk down the hallway of the unit with his face covered with a black ski mask making himself look like me. once at the end of the hallway he enter H-POD housing about 96 inmates, Dave walks into a single man cell and proceeds to beat the life out of one of the inmates. Once he's done and takes the inmates life, he rips off the Velcro patch with my name on it and leaves it in the cell. I return to the unit and my other CERT team members notify me of what happened and that the warden has issued anyone who sees me to turn me in immediately, I begin panicking as I hear the sirens in the distance I'm confused and don't know what to do. My CERT team members tell me that no matter what happens that they will have my back, I don't want them involved so I hand over my badge to one of them and get in my truck and drive to the airport. My thought process at this point is that all the evidence points toward me and there is nothing I can do in this very moment to clear my name. so I bought the cheapest plane ticket I could find and that was to chernarus. my story in chernarus begins as my flight takes a turn for the worst when the pilots succumb to some sort of virus and the plane crashes in chernarus where I am self presumed to be the only survivor of the crash. this is where my story begins!


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