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Slade Linetti
Character information
  1. Alias
    Slade
  2. Mental
    Depressed
  3. Morale
    Internally angry, but friendly.
  4. Date of birth
    1999-08-07 (20 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Newcastle, UK
  6. Nationality
    English
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English, can also understand but can't speak Chernorussian
  9. Relationship
    N/A
  10. Family
    N/A
  11. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    82 kg
  3. Build
    Slim
  4. Hair
    Brown, Long, Short on sides.
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Piercing eyes, a few little scars on arms.
  8. Equipment
    Basic kit, usually armed with whatever he can find.
  9. Occupation
    Survival
  10. Affiliation
    N/A
  11. Role
    N/A

Background

Hello, my name is Slade Linneti and I’m from Newcastle England. I’m 20 years old, and I'm living in a Zombie Apocalypse

It all started off when I was a child. My Father passed away when I was young, he smoked a lot so I guess that killed him, who knows? I still miss him from this day on and will never forget him… learned a lot from that guy. Me and my Mom moved away shortly after, she needed a fresh start, and so did I. I just never understood why we had to move here, it’s an absolute shit hole, even before the infection spread. 

My Mom was my rock, and I was hers. Bound by the heartbreak we had both experienced. She worked 70 hour weeks just to keep me at school, not that it did me any good. School was the worst, maybe even worse than now. After I finished school, I got a job as a mechanic. My father was good at fixing cars as he had an old Ford Escort that his father before used to race back in the day. Was good money too, especially for just being 17. Another job I used to have on the side was hunting, mainly rabbits but we’d get the occasional deer too.

Once the infection broke out, my life changed forever once again. I think this had to be a couple years later when I was just coming in from my last hunt of the night. I put my bags down, but something just told me to not put my gun down, to this day I still don’t know what it was. I opened the door to my Mother dead on the floor, bleeding from her neck, and one of the now millions of infected feasting on her lifeless corpse. I’ve never pulled the trigger so fast in my life. I rush over to what little hope I have left that she’s still alive. 

She wasn’t.


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