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Robert Joseph
Character information
  1. Alias
    Joseph
  2. Mental
    Traumatized
  3. Morale
    Morally challenged
  4. Date of birth
    1997-09-13 (22 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Auckland, New Zealand
  6. Nationality
    New Zealand
  7. Ethnicity
    Maori/Chernarussian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Religion
    Anglican

Description

  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    78 kg
  3. Build
    Toned
  4. Hair
    Buzzcut
  5. Eyes
    green
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Evil
  7. Features
    Scars along the legs
  8. Equipment
    Whatever you have when we meet
  9. Occupation
    Slave Trader

Background

backstory of origin and how I made it to Chernarus



I was born on the 14th of September 1997 in Auckland, New Zealand my mother was native to New Zealand (Maori) and my father Chernarussian but lived in New Zealand with me and my mother. Growing up I was taught many things from my father who was a Veteran soldier he taught me to hunt, fish and other various survival skills, we were always in tune with the natural environment taking regular camping trips in the wilderness of New Zealand. My fathers mother and sister lived in Chernarus, we had always planned to go visit my fathers small town Bogatyrka but never had got around to doing so but in 2016 my fathers sister Agniya had passed away due to cancer and we were expected to attend her funeral. Packing our bags my father told me it could be a long time before we return due to his mother needing care since her daughter who had previously taken care of her was now deceased, I packed alot of things and on 2nd of april 2016 we made our way to Chernarus. Arriving to the country it was a very different atmosphere the people still bared the scars of the bloody civil war, we made our way to the small town of Bogatyrka were I met my dads family and friends. After the funeral we settled in to my grandmothers house making it our new home where I would begin a new part of my life hunting and farming to help support our family. In April of 2017 we heard news of protests and and attacks in the country my mother wanted to return to New Zealand but my father couldn't leave his mother alone so we applied her for a visa so she could return to New Zealand with us, her application was denied to we were to stay and take care of her. Martial Law was implemented on may the 3rd 2017 which led my father to believe another civil war was to occur and we prepared for the worst. On the 11th of July we were told from a friend that a serious infection had begin to spread and we should leave the country as quick as possible, more information on the infected had arose in the small town with reports that the infected become rabid and unresponsive seeking only to attack the ones who had not yet been exposed to the virus. Our whole town began evacuating and fleeing for Elektrozavodsk to seek refuge but my father had told us we should head for east to the forest and camp out there until the infection died down, I didnt understand why we would stay rather than leave but he seemed sure that being in the most populated areas would be a mistake we cannot afford to make so we packed only the essentials and left to set up camp in the forest. The first week went by not making contact with anybody else we fished for food and collected rainwater to drink, the first week was uneventful and slow. The second week was going by slow until we heard screams in the distance we were all in shock not knowing who it could be coming from my father and I decided we need to check it out and see if we could help, we made our way towards the screams they were coming from a man we saw being attacked by a group of other men, my father ran to help him and I stayed close behind him he shouted at them to stop waving his rifle in the air, the group of men stared at my father covered in blood and started running towards him. My father shot his rifle in the air hoping to scare them but they continued to sprint, I watched my father being attacked and ripped apart by these savages so I ran as fast as I could towards our camp to get my mother and grandmother to safety but when I got there I saw bloodstains and my mothers legs covered in blood and a savage on top of her. I grabbed my .22 rifle from my back and prepared to shoot but when I aimed my rifle at the savages head it turned around, it was my grandmother I couldn't shoot my own grandmother, breaking down in tears i quickly sprinted into the distance. I now knew what the infection had become and I made it my mission to kill any infected person I come across.

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