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Felicia Lindell
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1994-06-26 (24 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Eskilstuna - Sweden
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages
    Swedish, English, Fair amount of Chernarussian
  6. Family
    Father - Fate unknown
  7. Religion


  1. Height
    168 cm
  2. Weight
    54 kg
  3. Hair
    Dark Red
  4. Eyes
  5. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  6. Occupation
    Paper Pusher


Felicia was born in Eskilstuna, Sweden the year 1994. To a loving mother unfortunate to die at childbirth. The plan her father had was never to have kids, but one thing led to another i suppose. Either way with the mother dead he raised and took care of Felicia. And in all honesty made a shit job of it. At the age of 12 she was already around the wrong kind of people, doing the wrong kind of things. It wasn’t anything other than shoplifting and the like, yet anyway, and she still stayed in school. But that would change in the coming years.

At 16 she’d already had more than one sleepover at the local detention, and community service was about as normal as household work for her. But things just kept getting more and more serious as time passed by. Simple shoplifting and vandalism turned into break ins and robberies. It eventually got put on hold, since she started taking more risks, and eventually got caught breaking into a jewelry store. Dad obviously knew, but he never really thought it was this bad. And in all honesty it was him trying to deny it rather than ignorance. At the time of the sentence she’d just turned 19. She had just graduated at this point.

Prison life isn’t too hard in Sweden, and most of the time was spent either doing some form of work meant to keep you busy during the day, or study, lunch, more work or study only to get locked up in your cell again until the next day, and repeat. Study seemed the better choice for her. Mostly the problem was dealing with the infernable boredom of staring into a wall most of the time. Fights were common believe it or not, mostly they weren't violent, but it did happen.

Either way, there's no need to describe prison life here. 14 months later, she was finally out, and quickly found work to be almost impossible to find due to having served prison time. And no amount of looking was going to find her honest work that wasn’t a rip off. There was nothing left in Sweden for her anyway. She couldn’t look her dad in the eye again, she couldn't and didn't face the disappointment in his eyes more than once before she got on a plane heading for chernarus.

I’ll be honest, Chernarus wasn't exactly the first choice, nor the second, third or fourth for that matter. But where else was there? She knew people in the country, older friends who’d moved there for the newly found opportunities. Took up residence in Chernogorsk to begin with, in fact living at a friend of her dad's place while she got on her feet. Found work at the same friends small tavern, guy was scottish if that paints a clearer picture of the place. around 35, built guy with a red beard to match. He could stand to lose more than a few pounds. Work was okay, in fact it reminded her a bit of home. In some weird, distant way, probably the alcohol and the drunks. Played the guitar while sitting on the bar whenever she wasn’t serving drinks. Scotsman knew a few chords, rest she figured out herself, youtube and tabs mostly.

She found better paying work as a paper pusher for one of the larger industries working out of Elektrozavodsk. Meant less fun, but it payed better than the scotsman. But she still spent most of her off time helping or hanging around the Tavern. She always felt like she had a gratitude debt to the owner. It wasn’t true, at least not according to him, but she wasn’t one to listen to reason anyway.
I’d be lying if i said that was everything she did, she wasn’t exactly a law abiding citizen if that hadn’t dawned on you already. However, she had no intent of going back to jail, therefore she never really did anything with any kind of real risk to it. Worth mentioning however.

But, as Geoffrey Chaucer once said, or rather wrote in a poem that nobody really knows about anymore. All good things must come to an end. And so they did, roughly a month ago. With the outbreak. Felicia was lucky to have taken the day off, and spent it in her apartment in the Novoselky complex. By the time she’d realised the town was quite literally going to hell most of the town was already gone. She grabbed a pistol along with a backpack and walked downstairs to try and figure out what the hell was going on. And that's when she had her first encounter with an infected person. Freaking out she had no choice but to shoot the poor thing, since it was rushing straight for her. ignoring her warnings to stay away. She stared for a good while at it, dropping her pistol on the ground, hands shaking. She thought she’d just killed someone. Which technically, she had. Even if it was a walking corpse. She’d obviously heard of the outbreak, but discarded the fact that corpses were getting up and attacking people as nonsense. She quickly left the city after that.


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