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Chris Ferris
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    As long as I get paid for it, I have good morale
  4. Date of birth
    1974-06-11 (45 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English some Spanish
  9. Relationship
    Sarah wife, probably deceased
  10. Family
    Maximas, son probably deceased
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    96 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Looks like an average muscular, soldier. Does have a scar around his right eye.
  8. Equipment
    None at the moment
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
    Blackwater, Arab Security
  11. Role


My names Chris "Phulekiller" Ferris, I had a family.. I was away from home a lot being active Military in the 101st Airborne. I was not there for the birth of my son Maximus. I wanted to be good father, but I thought that was being a provider, so when I was done with the military, I joined Black Water security. I did a few security assignments in Afghanistan, Turkey, Iraq, if it was a shithole and had sand I was most likely there. After Blackwater collapsed, due to corruption and controversy, I had to shop my skills to buyers more on the black side of things. My latest job brought me to this eastern Euro, no one can pick it out on a map place, Chenaurus. I was brought on in March to be security detail for some energy Oligarch. Job was good got paid well, got to put a bullet in someone every now and then. Shit was really hitting the fan here, political tensions were on the rise. People started fighting in the streets. I am not a political person, if you pay me I believe in what you believe in, I could care less. But then some kind of virus was starting to spread, some kind of rabid rabies junk making people unstoppable. I wanted to get the hell out of here and get back home. Talks between the family and I were very sparse. But this made me want to see my family immediately. Then martial law happened, quarantines everywhere. No one was leaving or going anywhere. My job, my asset was killed, after that I did not know what I was going to do. No the undead things are everywhere, there is no more politics, the only politics I see is at the business end of a gun. I have not talked to my family in months. I am assuming the worst. I would like to get back home.... For now I work for whom I can. I am trying to earn enough dough and street favors to earn my way out of here. If you need a spare pare of hand that don't care about getting dirty, let me know.

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Where is the character image?

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