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Dominic Ryder
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1987-03-28 (32 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    San Antonio, Texas
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
    English-Scotish-Irish-Native American(Apache)
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
    Natascha Ryder
  9. Family
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    186 cm
  2. Weight
    113 kg
  3. Build
    Bulky Muscles but only somewhat fit. Getting outa shape
  4. Hair
    Black with dark brown highlights
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Tattoo of a cross on his left shoulder. A Blue ribbon representing lubus awareness. Deep scar but old on his top left brow.
  8. Equipment
    Any bolt action rifle on his back that he can gather. civilian clothes. He doenst enjoy being equip with military grade gear unless he absolutely needs too. The Kevlar reminds him of a day he became a big empty shell
  9. Affiliation
    None but his family
  10. Role
    Born leader. Strong Passionate Soldier but timid


I'm Dominic, Dominic Ryder. EX. Military in the army. I spent 2 tours in Afghanistan and escaped death on a number of occasions, but never did I suspect I would be put out of action permanently. I was on a convoy that was heading towards a village. We had gotten word of a terrorist militia in the village hiding out in a civilian home. We were just about a Klick away from the Village when our convoy was ambushed. but they knew we were coming. I woke up on the side of a dirt road with my Humvee in pieces. The Humvees behind us where destroyed as well. My captain, Captain James McPhee was K.I.A. and the rest of my convoy was torn and seperated. Giant smoke clouds from the wreckage, gunfire wooshing past me. Nobody but me made it out alive. I was awarded a number of medals, but non of them meant anything to me. They were just pieces of metal hanging around my neck. Much like the stress and guilt I bared like a noose, living every day for the rest of my life knowing I could have died out there in the sand. Everyday the noose grew tighter around my neck and seemed to be taking a physical shape. My girlfriend whom I've known for about 2 years now thinks I should see a therapist or some sort of councelor to coach me through my struggles. That was the exact thing that planted me in Chernarus. With the simple life styles. No high stress enviroments to speak of. I took the first plane to Chernarus with my girlfriend who insisted she come with. When we arrived things were already stressfull a group known as the Chedaki where taking out heavy attacks on Chernaurs and it's citizens. Supposedly revolutionary actions. The U.S. eventually helped out and pushed the Chedaki out of the country and away hopefully for good. Then it hit. A virus that attacked the body much like the Flu-virus. We were fortunate enough to be away from the infection which was mainly in a city called Zelenogorsk. We lived in a quiet town called Nizhnoye. I went to Chernarus in order to get away from the stress, Ease my mind. I was earlier diagnosed with PTSD and showed worseing symptoms of Bioplolar Disorder. A quiet country and town such as ours was sure to be enough to ease my pain, I was wrong. We had heard reports of an order to contain the virus. The borders closed and the airlines halted. I knew I was never going to see my family ever again. I was just happy to still have my girlfriend with me. That was until she was attacked by an old homeless man whilst we went for a jog around the town. She had gotten her throat torn out by that freak, she later died on the scene in a blood bath of horror and scars put fresh in my mind. I was on the verge of taking my own life now. Dark, alone and hungry. With everything I've been through I still believe I've never felt true pain until I lost my girlfriend, my family and the rest of my friends. An American Soldier from Austin, Texas was about to descend into a dark spiral of hell. Much darker than the way they are now.


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