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Arthur Haig
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    "Stressed but sane!"
  3. Morale
    "Anxious yet hopeful."
  4. Date of birth
    1998-10-22 (21 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Scotland, Glasgow
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Russian
  9. Relationship
    Single (Homosexual)
  10. Family
    Mother and Father: Daniel and Martha Haig. Husband: Andrew Haig (MIA)
  11. Religion
    Formerly Judaism turned Agnostic


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    70 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Messy, brown hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Good
  7. Features
    Scraggly, uncleanly shaven beard and rimless rectangle glasses with an almost 'rat' like look to his face. Constantly frightened-looking.
  8. Equipment
    A dark black Ballistic Vest (Go-Pro is also clung to the hoist) with matching CUU Camoflague pants and a dark navy blue checkered Hunting Jacket. Over his shoulder, naturally, was an intimidating FN-FAL in mint condition suggesting that it hasn't been fired at all. Hanging from his belt was an assortment of keys, batteries and misc tools like a hammer and a machete. On his head was a plain, red flat cap. In a black holster on his leg lay a forty-five calibre pistol that looks like it hasn't even been fired, much like the Rifle. Hanging from his neck was a well worn, Conan Brand Camera.
  9. Occupation
    Investigative Journalist
  10. Affiliation
    Unity -- The Ties That Bind Us
  11. Role
    Rare Equipment Scavanger/Scout


Arthur Haig, is a British Investigative Journalist working for BBC. Having spent the majority of his youth in University studying to become a Journalist, he saw his opportunity to make a 'big break' by covering the story of the Chernorussia Blockade. Prior to the near-total collapse of Modern Society, the Chernarus incident was enough by itself to captivate international audiences worldwide and the subsequent quarantine meant that the story only grew more elusive as the days went on and by the time the major transportation hubs across Europe were beginning to shut down, Arthur had already left the country.
Being a part of a small camera crew, they were escorted through the deepest reaches of Eastern Europe via a Human-Trafficking ring that would slip underneath the secluded zones set up by CDF and NATO exclusion zones just as they had begun to retreat further and further back from the containment area, conversely, while Arthur and his team pushed forward. Speculation had brewed amongst the team as to 'what' could be a result of such a massive scale blackout of information -- that is, until, simply hiding it became ineffectual. Unfortunately, for poor Arthur and his Crew, they were cut off from the outside world as they were soon ferried deep into the epicentre of it all.

Alone -- and so blissfully unaware of the hell that awaited them.

Once having arrived it all turned to hell almost immediately -- not even a week on the ground and they had been mugged for most of their supplies, tents, food and what not leaving them battered and beaten in the dirt. Their brief reprieve only turning to ash as his team was suddenly ambushed by the infected. In a moment of weakness, or perhaps cowardice would be more apt, he fled from his dying companions as they screamed out in guttural anguish, blood pooling in their throats as the infected tore their muscles asunder and ripped sinew from their bones. Armed with his camera and a desire to survive by any means necessary.


'I emerged into a fractured world, one weary of war yet plagued by pestilance. Fuelled by a need not to fight but to be prepared. I will be your pacifier, sentinal and stalwart friend.'~Arthur Haig


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