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Max Rife
Character information
  1. Alias
    Max Rife
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1990-02-27 (29 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Charleston, West Virginia
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    72 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Good
  7. Features
    A subtle scare remains over the right eye of Max from his previous service in the USAF.
  8. Equipment
    A radio and glow stick.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Initially in Chernarus to help treat the massive amounts of injuries resulting from the civil war, Max Rife was now being pulled out by the United States Air Force due to the escalation of conflict between Chernarus and Russia.

He was glad to be getting out of that hell hole and finally back to his farm. He missed the smell of the morning dew on the farm at 6a.m., when the sun had just barely started to peek over the hills in the distance, when he would have to get up to feed the horses their hay and tend to the other farm animals; when his days were normal. All of that changed when the United States government showed up at his front door with papers saying he had been reinstated to the USAF to help with the humanitarian crisis in Chernarus.

Max, from his time as a USAF pararescuemen and having grown up on a farm, was no stranger to seeing blood and guts. It came with the territory of owning farm animals and helping people. That could not have prepared him for what he was about to witness, nothing could have. Although not directly in the fighting this time, seeing the aftermath of this war, the bodies…it did something to Max. It changed him. These corpses, they were like nothing he had ever seen before. Max always knew that war drove men to be brutal beasts, but the amount of bite marks that laid scattered over the bodies that he attempted to treat were way too much.

Max was on route to nearby Turkey, where he had a flight waiting for him, when his convoy stopped. An explosion rocked the Ural Max was sitting in, forcing the behemoth of a truck to land onto its side with a great thud that shook the ground around. Max was knocked unconscious from the blast and awoke covered in blood and mud to see several of his escorts eating each other. “Eating..each other?”, Max thought to himself. He quickly scrambled to his feet, still concussed from the blast, and made his way toward the tree line where he saw other people yelling for him to get away from these horrid creatures.

The group retreated from the tree line and further back into the woods in order to collect themselves and figure out what had just happened. With very little in the way of equipment, the group decided to go towards one of the big cities. Max, pleading with the group to follow him back to the USAF base he had came from just a few hours, decided to move away from the group and head to a place to find a weapon and some nourishment.


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