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AliasDoogie
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MentalCynical
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MoraleDriven but tired
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Date of birth1994-07-21 (28 years old)
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Place of birthU.S.A.
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NationalityAmerican
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EthnicityCaucasian
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LanguagesEnglish
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RelationshipMichelle
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FamilyJames
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ReligionAtheist
Description
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Height177 cm
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Weight77 kg
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BuildSlim but with little muscle
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HairShort and dark brown
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EyesBlue/Green eyes
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AlignmentNeutral Good
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FeaturesSeptum piercing and stretched ear lobes.
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EquipmentDry backpack, trail boots, hiking pants, quilted jacket, beanie, machete, lighter, can of spaghetti, half empty water bottle
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OccupationUnemployed
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AffiliationUnsure of groups or factions
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RoleRecruit(?)
Background
While on a solo backpacking trip to the South Western parts of Russia to visit family for supplies, Slayter discovered that there was something very wrong with the surrounding area. He had to go more South than he had liked because he thought he was being followed by a homeless man some way back, there was something very off about him. Sickly, almost as if they were a zombie. The last thing that Slayter needed to worry about was a zombie apocalypse, but surely that couldn't be possible. There was a sign in the distance that could be made out as "Chernarus". The more South he ventured, the more desolated and bleak the land had become. Animals were either scarce or acting erratic and more violent than usual. Food rations were going low and now Slayter has seemed to have stumbled into an abandoned village. Slayter did not have much as far as warm clothing as the farther he traveled the colder it got. Slayter was also no good with any form of firearm either, as he only brought bear spray (which had run out) and a rusty old machete. If he were to get into any sort of real danger, his life may come to an untimely end. The idea of zombies being became more and more real as he saw a group of "homeless men" sluggishly moving around an abandoned camp. Slayter made sure to steer clear of it. He noticed the flesh was falling off of their faces, the smell was unbelievable. There had to have been some sort of outbreak. This turned from a simple backpacking trip into a living nightmare from Hell. He had wished he had brought someone with along on this trip. That thought lead to him having hopeful thoughts of running into other travelers, or at this point, “survivors”. Slayter’s only hope is to persevere and keep a level head. Staying hydrated is the first thing on his list, after that he needed to make sure he can feed himself. Later he will have to find a proper weapon. Who knows what else may be out there besides the erratic wildlife. Clothing that provides a solid defense while providing warmth will also have to make the top of his list. This is going to be a long journey, he thought.
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