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Hassle Mickens
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Date of birth
    1984-08-29 (35 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Morgan City, LA
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Average big boy
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    no permanent injuries or damage, a scar on leg from an armadillo bite. average white man, could easily disappear in a crowd


Hassle Bo Mickens is my name, I am part of a dying breed, I guess that could mean human, but I meant before the world went to shit. I was a rancher and cattleman in the old world, one of the last real cowboys in a digital age. I spent a good deal of time hunting, fishing and just practicing good clean living when not working for Edith on the ranch. When I started on the ranch I was living in a nearby lean-to opposite the barn. I worked for several months to prove my worth, and Edith saw that. After seeing how well I took care of the animals, Edith invited me to move into the house, which is where our relationship began. Courting a woman over twice my age was no easy task, and at 35 I wasn't quite a spring chicken anymore. I stayed with Edith for another year and our love grew much like the expanding vegetable garden out back. Then tragedy struck. The outbreak was widespread and faster than anything we'd ever seen. We decided to go to town and get what supplies we could to help try and outlast this plague, but the infection had already made it to our town. The grocer boy Frank Handler dropped dead and then turned before our very eyes, biting Edith on the leg before I had the sense to put a pitchfork through his neck. I got Edith home and tried my best to see to her injuries, but after days of fever she passed and not long after she turned, and ran me out of the house. If not for my neighbor Wallace she would have got me, but he sniped her from his back porch with a hunting rifle. Wallace was a neighboring farmer who also ran a small crop-dusting business, but had been a good friend to Edith for 20 years. Wallace and I got Edith cleaned up as best we could and wrapped her in her favorite quilt, however she could not rest in peace until she could be brought home to Chernarus. Wallace agreed to help me get her there, seeing as he was a pilot and all, but his little crop duster wasn't gonna cross an ocean. he plotted a course to an airfield that belonged to an aviation collector of older aircraft. we commandeered an old DC-4 and scraped together enough AV gas to get us over Chernarus. Up until this point I assumed that we would be landing, but this was not Wallace's plan. The airfield was apparently overrun and out only option was to parachute in. We only had two parachutes. I jumped first with a very ripe Edith strapped in front of me, followed by Wallace. When I pulled the rip-cord however Edith became detached from her arms in the straps and plummeted towards the ground. I had lost Edith again. Also I had lost Wallace, the chutes being 40-50 years old I don't believe his ever opened, at least not that I saw. I am fortunate to be here on the ground alive, but I got a mission, well two missions. I need to survive long enough to find Edith and bring her to her family resting place, and I need to Wallace if in fact he is still alive.


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