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Tion Thomas
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1999-12-23 (22 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion
    No association


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    88 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Shaggy Black
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Self Interest Guided
  8. Equipment
    Clothing and Gear will be continue to change for what he finds necessary in the wasteland
    Picture of his sisters in his wallet
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


The New World 


When life gives you lemons make sure those fuckers aren’t spoiled. Talk about shit going down hard even before this disease decided to completely fuck up the world but we’ll get to that in a moment. Life was going good for the longest time even when it wasn’t the Higher standard of living . Had to work during High School to help out as I became the Man of the house very early on as my Mother had to raise me and my two sisters by herself. She was able to keep the bills paid ,but I couldn’t let her do it all on her own. After I graduated and went into the real world everything was going well up until right before the world went and collapsed on itself. I was around working odd jobs never really wanting to go to college as it was too expensive for my family. Got into Bartending quite early on as it was fast paced and overall a good way to meet people. That’s what led me to find the group known as K.A.M.N. Some guy at the bar I was working at one night told me of a group of people that were tired of Government suppression and the lies that they would tell their people. I was always blind to that sort of thing but for some reason it peaked my interest just enough to take a few hours out of my night and locate this group Online. That is when the lies that the Governments of the world were exposed to me. Looking over hours and hours of the people all over the world being under the thumb of the Rich and Powerful figures in positions of power that instead of helping the people they were the very ones causing the suffering. That’s when I fell down the Rabbit hole and realized more people needed to know. Joining the Group online was the first step in helping it’s Beliefs spread and when an official location was posted I did my best to gather the funds necessary to reach it. Nyheim wasn’t too difficult to get into before the world itself went to shit getting a work Visa and finding a nice little Bar within the region itself to work at. Then this disease that caused the entire grid of communication and most forms of government to devolve into chaos. To most it would look like the end of the world, but to me and the movement I joined up with looks like an opportunity one that the people will be able to mold and control and to Burn the Butchers of the people.

The Clock keeps turning 


Even when you think things can't get much worse oh boy does life have a way of turning that around. I joined the cause to fight against the people who Oppress those beneath them and was ready to do whatever it took. Countless protests eventually leading up to a riot that was to unite the people under common cause. That is what we were told and I believed it every....single....word. Instead when the day came we pushed forward and instead of being backed by the people they looked at us in fear and let the dogs take us. Countless people taken prisoner or shot in the street. We were angry some of us were ready to stop the protests and begin doing what needed to be done. But no even people within the groups leadership would rather play diplomacy instead of takin the fight outside the castle walls we called home. I did not mind the place but I would be damned if I would hide inside like a caged animal waiting to be slaughtered. The Cause and what it stood for was honorable but the way it went about it was not. So I've decided that I can no longer be apart of it since the foundation it was set upon simply faded away when the gunshots rang out. I never really saw myself as someone special or someone who could make a difference, but these people , this cause gave me just that. A purpose for being here and even though my I now no longer see eye to eye with them It's time for me to do my own thing my own way. The Butchers' will burn I guess it will just have to be a slow one.

One Step at a Time


A week and a half that's all I could take on my own. The world is changing and not for the better the way home I thought I had was just a lie. Was supposed to be an old cargo ship to smuggle people back across, but when I got there it was a bloodbath. Local security hired by their group turned on everyone and started executing and gunning whoever wasn't one one of them. I thankfully got out of there but some were not so lucky. So I made my way back to the region Nyheim. Only place I'd become familiar with. Decided I'd join up with a bunch of mercs I needed to learn how to survive so why not a bunch of guns for hire. MY first day wasn't so bad we got word a US Naval vessel was off the coast and I couldn't help but get excited. A sliver of home so close little did I know my excitement would only hurt more. When I asked the Sailors about home the news broke me. Atlanta where I'm from was gone my sisters and my Mom lost to the infection. Now I don't have a home to go back to, I'm stuck here with no real purpose other than survive, but I'm starting to think even that will be for nothing.....







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