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Randall Randall Randalson
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Focused, sharp, aware, kind
  3. Morale
    Give and take
  4. Date of birth
    1984-10-06 (35 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Randall Jr (Deceased son) Becky (Deceased wife)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    192 cm
  2. Weight
    100 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Burnmark on neck from falling asleep with joint in mouth and his big toe curves to the left more than his left toe curves to the right.
  8. Equipment
    Jeans, leather jacket and a flip knife
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Anne and Sam were the first two females to have a baby without the need of penis penetration. Anne and Sam are childhood friends. They both met in Alabama, USA give or take ~50years ago. They were both confused about their sexuality in their teens, and started experimenting with kissing eachother in their late teens. This was very frowned upon by their parents and everybody else around; so they decided to elope. They got married in Chernogorsk, Chernarus. Not in a church, not in a chapel but on the beach. A very nice beach that was decorated very neatly for their special day. Anne and Sam were later on the first two females to have a baby without the need of penis penetration.

Anne and Sam later moved further up the coast and stopped at a valley pretty near Solnichniy. They saw a house for sale sign, and decided to knock. The house was a green two story house. After many ifs and buts they decided to purchase it. This is where Randall grew up.

Randall Randall Randalson was born in a small hospital on the north-east coast. He lived with his parents Anne and Sam. Randall was not just any regular child. He had two mothers and has never really had a father figure in his life except from a few older friends he had back in high school. Although they weren't much of a father figure due to all the weed they passed around.

As a child Randall liked to build, and demolish. Their basement was a complete wreck before Randall discovered a new love for decorating and building. He played around "fortifying" the walls with materials that would most definitely break if someone wanted to get in. This didn't stop him though. His parents noticed his love for construction and bought him several books on architecture aswell as construction.

Randall was not really much for hanging out with the other kids. They were always bullying him for having 2 moms. This didn't bother him, he was always busy experimenting with all the tools and building materials he had in his basement.

Time goes on. Randall is now in his late teens and is STILL building inside his basement. This time hes doing it high. He has discovered a new love for marijuana. This didn't bother his parents as it made him happy and more productive. The basement walls are now expanded aswell as fortified with thick concrete walls. Randall's favorite part about his basement is the white fuzzy rug he bought second hand. He likes to lay down on it when he needs to think.

Randall R. Randalson is a great man in his early 30s. He has been through a lot since all of this begun. The downward spiral all began when he lost his infant baby and wife during child labour due to a poorly done C-section. He started drinking beer every other day at the local pub, losing motivation for work, his aesthetics and even life in general.

It was when he decided to get his life back together and prove to his wife and kid up there in heaven that he knows that they're watching over him that the first sign of the outbreak happened. It all started with a short clip on the National TV News showing mass chaos with people attacking people aswell as people screaming in panic in the background. He didn't think much of it at first: "Meh just some psychotic idiots going on a rampage."

Then it happened. He heard multiple people screaming outside his bathroom window whilst taking a f#!"*ing huge smelly shit in the toilet. His heart jumps and it stands him up. He doesn't bother to even wipe his ass before rushing to the bathroom window located just to the right of the shower curtains. What he sees absolutely freaks him, as he forgot to wipe his ass even the tiniest amount. He sees two people sitting on top of another person wearing a reflective vest and a hardhat. They're not just sitting there. Theres blood, they're moving as if they were eating him. He walks out the bathroom door as he forgets to wash his hands and runs over to the garage as it has a more diagonal view over whats happening. He sees the two people walking away from the obviously dead body laying in the middle of the street. He looks at the body and spots the intestines hanging out, multiple bite and scratch marks along the neck and torso and heaps amount of blood.

Randall has watched a lot of The Walking Dead and has a great hunch of what this might be. He quickly shuts the blinds and runs over to the TV and flicks to Channel 4 News only to see mayhem breaking out. They're warning everybody to stay in their houses and stay safe. Randall swiftly runs down into the bunker he built in his basement. You could say he was prepared for a day like this to come along, he just didn't think it'd be so soon, or he would have brought some more things to do whilst being locked in a not so small bunker. Maybe a deck of cards would have been nice, maybe even Chess. Everyone in town knew the love Randall had for a game of chess once in a while.

It's been two years now since the outbreak. Majority of the time was spent inside the bunker but he had a few runs to some shops that are located nearby whenever he needed something. Maybe he should've grabbed some razorblades and scissors considering he has a full grown beard that look like dreadlocks due to all the time he spent being non-hygienic. He's been good on water up until now too, so maybe even some shampoo wouldn't have been such a bad idea.

He has now started to run out of supplies. His beloved Canned Bacons were running low, and the rest of the food wasn't enough to last him another year. He accidentally broke and spilled one of the water tanks he had in the basement, and it was now flooding in water. He had to keep moving, so he grabbed what he could, and what he needed to hit the road. He left some stuff incase he ever needed to come back.

Randall R. Randalson stays on the road in hopes of finding civilization, being aware of the possibility of stumbling across hostile living people. After nearly giving up on searching he finally has some luck and sees what looks to be a safe sanctuary, with walls and watchtowers spread evenly across the compound. He knocks on the front gate and they open. He walks in only to be greeted by a lady named Amanda. She was a nice looking lady probably in her early 50s, maybe late 40s. I'm sure the stress definitely made it harder for him to tell. She has a nice smile and a warm personality.

Amanda brings Randall to the kitchen and feeds him a nice meal. It was the finest entrecote and rice he has had in a while. Amanda brings Randall to the sleeping area of the compound as he is exhausted from being on the run for over a year now. Randall has a looooong nights sleep and wakes up fresh and energetic. He introduces himself to more and more survivors that live in the sanctuary, only to feel more and more welcome. He begins asking questions; How long has this been place here? Has it ever been attacked? aswell as other similar questions. Randall wants, and needs to know this information to determine if this is a safe place to stay.

It's now been 6 months. A lot has happened in these months, a lot of bonds have been made and a lot of enemies have also been made. The biggest worry he has now is another group that appears to be lacking empathy. They have took people, aswell as stuff from us, and are making even more threats to keep doing it unless they do as they say. Randall wants to take no part in being a slave for the rest of his life and decides to strike back! Right as he has prepared to hit the road and look for their compound they attack. Randall sneaks out the back and sets up on a hill just north of the compound. He finds a man lying down in the grass behind a rock where wanted to set up with a 7.62x54mm rifle. He spots a hunting or sniper rifle and decides to flank him. He comes up behind him with a knife in one hand and a suppressed pistol in the other. He didn't have to waste the bullet so to speak. He takes over the rock position and looks down into the compound with his rifle. He starts taking off shots at people he doesn't recognize only to see them push further and further into the compound, until they couldn't push any further. The compound was overrun by them and he decides to retreat.

The architect aswell as the builders at the sanctuary he lived in before taught him a lot. He now knows how to build walls that won't budge, and will most definitely last as long as he has the right materials. He makes his way up north-east and stumbles across a few other survivors that look to be friendly. They have a little baby.


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