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Buck Jefferson
Character information
  1. Alias
    Buck
  2. Mental
    sane
  3. Morale
    Low self Esteem, Wary of others
  4. Date of birth
    1975-01-05 (45 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Rockport, Texas
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    single
  10. Family
    none
  11. Religion
    undecided

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    93 kg
  3. Build
    Stout
  4. Hair
    brown
  5. Eyes
    Hazel
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Missing ring and pinky fingers, scarred right hand. (Logging accident)
  8. Equipment
    basic survival necessities. backpack, food, water, crafting tools and some sort of firearm.
  9. Occupation
    Logging Industry
  10. Affiliation
    TBD
  11. Role
    TBD

Background

The Name is Buck Jefferson. Before our world was infested with this outbreak I was a southern man that lived an honest and hard life working in the logging industry. I never had a family of my own so I feel like the outbreak hasn't affected me as hard as it has others. Once the outbreak started to hit my neighborhood hard I knew it was time to relocate immediately. A few of the men I worked with and trusted decided to group together and leave our town by taking over a logging barge. We took one day moving supplies to the barge so we could survive out in the sea for quite some time. We planned on relocating just further down the coast once we found some land that was less threatening. The second week we were on the ship there was an awful rain storm that happened through two days and two nights that eventually made us lost at sea. The men that were navigating the barge were trying to reassure us that we were on course back to land but I felt differently. I knew we were starting to run out of supplies and fuel. Everyone was starting to lose hope and tensions were starting to rise. I decided to take the small amount of supplies I had left and abandon ship with a life raft at night. I was in complete survival mode for many days and nights, I let the waves take me where they wanted to. In a situation like that body movement does nothing but cause starvation faster. After a week of no sign of land I contemplated taking my own life, but I still felt like I had some fight left in me. A couple more weeks passed by and I finally had land in sight! I've been a lone wolf for a few weeks with no sign of life other than the walking dead here in Chernarus, living strictly off of the land and a small shed I found near Eagle lake. I have good survival tactics I'm willing to share with others as long as they have earned my trust. If I don't find a friendly survivor soon I'm not sure if I want to keep living life just to survive. Being alone with no sign of life is starting to take its tole on my sanity.

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