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Server time (UTC): 2020-01-20, 13:29 WE ARE RECRUITING
Avery Sellers
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    All that is given is deserved.
  4. Date of birth
    1999-11-11 (20 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    165 cm
  2. Weight
    65 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
  8. Equipment
    PMC Grade military hardware and weapons. Mostly Gorka or other green military wears.
  9. Occupation
    PMC Sniper


My life has been a blur since age 16. My mother and father passed before the outbreak in a car crash, and by 16 I was living on the streets. Two years went by before The Uprising took me in, shortly before the sickness spread, but that's for later. I had given up on trusting anyone, fending for myself as much or as little as I could. Everyone played life like a game around me. Spoke about their troubles as if somehow they were in danger of something. Nobody would look at me, I was a ghost to all that would pass by, sitting there helpless on the streets. I guess everything's about the luck of the draw, but so far I had come up bust every turn I took. Until I met Miles...

He was a year younger than me but smarter for sure. He had passed by and given me food a couple times and we quickly became acquainted with each other. I considered him a friend. One day he asked me to come with him to meet someone, which I kindly obliged since I had nothing the better to do. He took me to his PMC camp called The Uprising, where I would become a member. They gave me food, fresh clothes, and people to call family. Sent me off to fight for what was right, or so I thought. That was more than I could have ever asked for, or ever wanted. I fought, served, and bled Uprising. I would do anything for my brothers, and them for I. And Miles was the closest. Until the outbreak...

Everything was taken from me... Again.

This time will be different. No more shall I stand for the atrocities some beings seem to get away with, no more chaos. Only justice. Justice for all who have forsaken this bitter land for what it has become.


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