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Chris Robinson
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1995-01-13 (25 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    United States
  3. Nationality
    American
  4. Ethnicity
    White
  5. Languages
    English

Description

  1. Height
    193 cm
  2. Weight
    97 kg
  3. Build
    Fit
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Blue

Background

Hello, my name is Chris Robinson. I am an ex military American who ran to Chernarus after I had a run in with the law in America. I was sentenced to death in America on the counts of terrorism. Funny how that works, you do what you think is right for your country but they consider that terrorism. Id tell you more about it but I would like to try to keep the past behind me. That is why I do my best to stay away from liquor. I arrived on boat after passing through turkey. It was kind of odd because the driver seemed very on edge. I could see what looked to be a handgun tucked in his pants. Didn't think much about it, considering he was smuggling me across the border. I arrived early 2017, hard to keep track of the days when you are trying to leave the past behind. When I arrived everything seemed a bit off. The place just had an eerie feeling to it. I camped in the woods for a few days until I found my first town. Seemed to be abandoned at first. Cars just sitting around with doors open. When I finally found another "person" if you wanna call that thing a person it was like nothing ive seen before. There was a house with the door wide open, I asked if anyone was in but there was no reply. I slowly made my way into the house. It smelt terrible, reminded me of the smells I smelt overseas in the military. I heard a noise in the kitchen. I called out again, but still no reply. I walk into the kitchen and saw a short women facing away from me. Hunched over with very heavy breathing. I asked her if she was ok. As soon as I did she turned around lighting fast. She did a piercing scream and started running towards me. I quickly bolted out the door and closed it. I could hear here slamming against the door. My first instinct was that it was an addict. I decided to go back to my little camp in the woods. That night I noticed a light lighting up the trees. I decided to wait till morning to investigate that area. There I found a campfire and it was warm. I wonder why other people are also camping in the woods and not in town. Truth be told I think I would of been better off with the death penalty in America. Seems I got sentenced the same thing here.

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