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Jonah Blank
Character information
  1. Alias
    Blank, Vozhd Jonah, Rostov,
  2. Mental
    Disdainful
  3. Morale
    Moderate
  4. Date of birth
    1989-11-08 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Novigrad, Chernarus
  6. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian, Russian
  8. Languages
    English, Russian
  9. Relationship
    Single, Widowed
  10. Family
    Parents - Missing, Spouse - Deceased
  11. Religion
    Orthodox-Agnostic

Description

  1. Height
    170 cm
  2. Weight
    63 kg
  3. Build
    Lanky, Lacking Muscle, Scrawny
  4. Hair
    Light Brown
  5. Eyes
    Olive Green
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Evil
  7. Features
    Large circular scab/scar on the left of his head, hidden by hair. Various bruises on his legs, and a charismatic, yet meek voice. Has a variety of bruises from gunshots that bounced off heavy plate armor.
  8. Equipment
    Pure white jacket, pants, and ski mask, accompanied with black body armor and helmet. Usually carries some sort of submachine gun on his back. If not on duty or attending official events, he usually wears civilian clothing.
  9. Occupation
    Factory Worker (Leather Refining)
  10. Affiliation
    S.S.S.
  11. Role
    Vozhd (Leader)

Background

Jonathan, or Jonah Blank was born in the capital city of Chernarus, Novigrad, on October 8th, 1992. Jonah never knew his parents, as he was abandoned as a newborn and taken care of in a local orphanage in the slums of the city. He had an insatiable thirst for knowledge as a kid, and frequently went past his curfew to read old books regarding history, and politics. He loved how intricate the world was, and wished to understand it, if nothing else than to get a better sense on who he is and how he got here.
However, reading was not the most popular pastime with his other school friends, whom took to heavy drinking and petty theft in their early teens. Eventually, Jonah succumbed to his peers, and at the age of 16 he was eventually persuaded into one of these thefts, and went to go shoplift some stuff from the local supermarket. Unfortunately, things went sour quickly when one of the teens pulled out a gun and fired into the air, declaring it was a robbery. Jonah was scared out of his mind. He had no idea what he just got into.
As Jonathan was putting money in the cash register, his mind racing on how to get out of this situation, 2 police cars pulled up, and told the group to surrender. Jonah’s friend raised his gun, and the police fired. He watched as his friend fell to the floor with a thump, blood pooling from his body. Jonah was arrested promptly, putting up no resistance to the officers.
He was tried as an adult, and sentenced to 5 years in prison. During that time, he worked hard. He studied constantly, worked out, and began to run a small business selling cigarettes and other commodities to the other prisoners. At the age of 21, Jonah walked out of that prison a richer man than when he walked in, not only in money, but in intellect and strength as well.
He found work in a local factory producing leather products, where he worked with a woman named Cherii. She was a smart, proud, and intellectual woman, not unlike Jonah. They started dating, and eventually married in 2015, 2 years after he left prison. They were a happy couple, and eventually bought a house near Shakhovka, close to their workplace. One night, while they were watching the local television channel, they saw the outbreak unfold before their eyes. Both were worried about the spike in murder cases in the bigger cities, and Jonah himself suspected another Chedaki attack before he saw the news reel. People attacking, and mauling people. Bites, cuts, gore. It was too much. Jonah had seen enough, and decided to pack up and leave with his wife.
They both got into their car, stuffed with what provisions they could carry, and set off to Chernogorsk, one of the major port cities. They hoped they could catch a ship leaving Chernarus, to somewhere safer. However, the pairs fate were sealed when leaving Shakhovka, as seemingly out of nowhere, a group of infected plowed into their car while taking a turn, making the vehicle spin off into the forest, knocking both unconscious. Jonah woke up to horror. He faced his wife, eyes glazed over, blood everywhere. She was gone. Jonathan teared up, and tried to regain his composure. He stepped out the car, tended his wounds, and shakily dusted himself off. This is where his pre-outbreak life ends.

After little under a month of surviving, he met 2 brothers, Daniel and Polat. He befriended the pair, and soon became a happy trio, walking about chernarus. After a week or so of travel, the group made a stop near Staroye, when Jonah saw it. A simple sign, worn and a bit rusted, saying: “Shakhovka.” He convinced them to help him retake Shakhovka from the infected grasp. After a bit of target practice and munition acquisition, the 3 men stormed Shakhovka, letting hell rain upon the walking corpses infesting Jonah's hometown. The village was purged, and Jonah went back to his old abandoned car, looking at the decomposed husk of flesh that was once his wife. He closed his lips, took the body, and buried it in his backyard. Such is life. After the burial and short service, Jonah turned to his newfound allies, and told them: "I have completed my duty to my wife, my one goal pushing me on. Now? I don't even know what to do. At least, other than survive aimlessly. I'll follow you my friends, to the very end."

They all stood silent for a moment, before Daniel, one of the smarter of the pair, piped up. "Well we already have taken the town. Sure, it lacks a well, and i’m not sure on the fertility of the land.. but i'm sure we can make do with what we have here. Why don't we set up shop here, for us?" Jonah looked to the brothers, then to his wife, and bluntly stated: "At least I can tend to her grave then. Very well. Let's clear this place for what it's worth and begin burying the dead. The stench is almost unbearable.”

After yet another month, Shakhovka became something anew. A few new souls came to stay, others just wandered by and traded. But for a time, things were good. Men worked the fields, women tailored shirts, and the first child was born. Things were looking up, but alas, not all was well. Severograd, one of the more populated settlements, took note of the rising settlement of Shakhovka, and sent its army to burn the town to the ground. It was a massacre. The local garrison surrendered, and Jonah, the de-facto leader, offered complete submission to the Severograd Army. Unfortunately, those men had their mind set. They set the town alight, burning many inside, the screams echoed across the night. The brothers were nowhere to be seen, and few people managed to escape. Jonah was shot as he tried to save the people inside the burning building, falling unconscious.
He woke up inside a remote tent, IVs connected to his arm, lying on a cot. He turned around slowly, and looked down at his chest. He looked skeletal, his ribs clearly exposed. He coughed lightly, and was surprised when a man burst inside the tent and screamed. "JONAH!"It is me, Polat! Ah i'm so glad you are awake. I missed your company." Polat gave a hearty grin, and a can of peaches. "Come, come. You have no idea how much time has passed."

Jonah was filled in on how long he was unconscious, what became of Shakhovka and the people living there, and more. He was shocked. In a coma for 2 years, nothing to his name but his trousers he had on for over 2 years! And god, how he stank. After some rehabilitation, a nice bath in the local river, and more than enough to eat, Jonah turned to Polat, and said: "We lost everything, everyone. Your brother is gone, and well.. I think.. I think we should take something from them as well." Jonah reached for Polat's hand. "From now on, we hunt. No longer for game, or infected. But for the people who've wronged us. Who’ve taken all we’ve worked so hard to achieve. Today marks our revenge. Our retribution. And that, my friend, that will be our glorious purpose."

2 Comments


PCJames

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Hey, yung LM PCJames here with some critique on your character! 

  • If he was born in Chernaurus then why doesn't he have a Chernarussian name? Jonah Blank is a very American name 
  • If he was an orphan who was born in Chernaurus, then why the fuck is shipped to an American orphanage? This makes no sense especially sense he wouldn't have any papers because he wasn't born in the US.

Thanks for reading

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3 hours ago, PCJames said:

Hey, yung LM PCJames here with some critique on your character! 

  • If he was born in Chernaurus then why doesn't he have a Chernarussian name? Jonah Blank is a very American name 
  • If he was an orphan who was born in Chernaurus, then why the fuck is shipped to an American orphanage? This makes no sense especially sense he wouldn't have any papers because he wasn't born in the US.

Thanks for reading

Yeah, I didnt want a Ivan Peterokov mostly due to no one knowing how to fucking pronounce it. I tried to make a reason in which I was in Chernarus, looked Chernarussian, but spoke English and sounded like an American. ICly, I never knew my parents other than their first and last names, and I had no idea why they abandoned me. Jonah was just a name given to me by one of the caretakers (a fact I will add at a later date.) So yeah, thats why my profile is the way it is. Sorry if im overthinking this but I DONT CARE! :D Anyways, thanks for reading my shit character sheet, nice to know someone cares enough!!

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