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Damian Harper
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Solid, can spiral out of control when stressed
  3. Morale
    Neutral Morale, depends on the day
  4. Date of birth
    1993-10-24 (26 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Noosa Heads, Queensland, Australia
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
    Mesomorph, Medium/Wide shoulders, Slim Waist
  4. Hair
    Light Brown, Messy Comb Over
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
    Has a well groomed short beard
    2 inch scar from right ear lobe to middle of neck
  7. Equipment
    Carries an old WW2 combat knife he calls Jacka
    Wears a quilted yellow jacket
  8. Occupation
    Marine Biologist
  9. Affiliation
    Has a close relationship with Professor Collins


Damian Harper, 26 , The University of Queensland, Australia

A post-grad marine biology student from Queensland. ‘Harper’, top of his class and well respected within the local science community. His PhD had been going well, he had found some excellent professors, and the work itself was exciting! Two years previously he had spent a semester at the Svalbard Global Seed Bank, working on a project with Professor Collins, and that contact had proven invaluable for what was going to be his dissertation. An in depth survey of unusual marine culture in the Green Sea, just south of Russia. 

Professor Collins, or “Just, Bill.” as he liked to be called was leading the group, and so far it had been excellent, except for perhaps the food. The Green Sea turned out to be every bit as interesting as I had hoped, and the team were working well together. Things were looking up. Then one day out on the sea our radio started picking up a pre-recorded message on the emergency frequency. We assumed some natural disaster or geo-political event was unfolding so headed back to shore. 

I almost wish we hadn’t, the panic at the port was grim. We still had no idea what was happening, the professor...Bill kept us together and tried to divine the situation from some of the locals. The boats crew had dispersed almost immediately when we got back. No doubt going to look after their own, some students couldn’t mean much in the face of that.

We decided to try and make it back to the warehouse unit we had rented as a work space and specimen lab, but the chaos we encountered was unfathomable, we quickly became separated and with no knowledge of the local area outside of the rental unit, that’s where we needed to be. Failing that, get to safety and hope the others have the sense to do the same

This leaves Damian in a zombie ridden post apocalyptic town with nothing but the clothes on his back and his trusty combat knife he kept in his sock. No group nor a Professor in sight, just him and Jacka…



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