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Olson Zavardy
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Cautious at the current moment, Olson lost everything and it will take time for him to trust.
  3. Morale
    Optimistic but low.
  4. Date of birth
    1998-04-15 (21 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Russian
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Average size build but very athletic from years of manual labor
  4. Hair
    A short dirty blonde cut, cropped on the sides.
  5. Eyes
    Eyes are a deep crystal blue color
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Olson has a long scar running up his left leg from an accident he had as a child working on the family farm.
  8. Equipment
    Likes to have at least a pack of seeds on him wherever he is just in case he does find somewhere nice to rebuild. And if the situation permits, a farming tool of some kind. The rest of Olson's gear depends usually on what is available from scavenging.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


A native of Chernarus and son of a farmer. During the early days of the outbreak Olson's family stayed put on their property. After all they had survived the civil war, there was yet no reason to think they couldn't wait out another crisis, After the first week he himself started to doubt whether or not defending the farm was a good idea. At this point most of the CDF pulled out of rural areas. But still his family continued to insist that the farm was the safest place to be. One day Olson in his stubbornness decided to head to the nearest town to find out any sort of new information that wasn't already reported on the radio. As he reached the outskirts of town he heard the rumbling of airstrikes in the distance and saw the smokestacks pluming into the sky just above him. He found exactly what he was looking for in a cruel but almost expected sense. As the sun started setting he neared his family's farm and heard gunfire. First one shot, then another and another. He recognized the sound of his fathers rifle but heard other guns as well. He started sprinting toward the farm only to see the house burning and the undead closing in. He wanted to run, his whole body wanted too, but his legs wouldn't as his eyes stayed glued to the flames engulfing his home. It didn't take long for the undead to notice him and he was forced to flee to a safer place, if anything such as that still existed... Olson eventually moved on, In one way or another his life went on. Now armed with his knowledge of farming and the experience gained from his years of rural life, Olson would wander the country trying to find a place to rebuild what he had lost. Whether it be by himself or with the help of a newfound family. And this time he was gonna make sure nothing came in between him and those he valued ever again.


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