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Farron Ryker
Character information
  1. Mental
    Desensitized, Unstable
  2. Date of birth
    2017-07-24 (2 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Missouri
  4. Nationality
    American
  5. Ethnicity
    White
  6. Languages
    English
  7. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    72 kg
  3. Alignment
    Neutral Evil

Background

My name's Farron Ryker. I was born and raised in St.Louis, long before any of this mayhem started. By the time I turned 18, my parents were divorced, and I had to go off and live with my father. My father lived in Kansas City, and he ran a small ranch out in the countryside. He taught me all he knew, such as skinning chicken, milking goats, and lots of hunting. My grandmother from my mom's side, lived in Chernarus. I haven't seen my grandmother in my years, and she really wanted to see me for some reason, so my mother used that as an excuse to arrange a get together with my grandmother, herself, and I. So, I boarded a plane to Chernarus, a couple weaks before all the mayhem started. My mother never really showed me much affection, but in Chernarus she did for some ungodly known reason. Maybe it was because of the air, or maybe it was because of the time we spent away from each other. We weren't too bothered by the news of the disease. I don't think they believed anything could've ruined the happiness we felt together. But, as you probably expected, our happiness was ruined. While out on a walk one day, my grandmother got bit by, what we thought was a crazy man. Now I know it was one of those infected that riddle every city today. At the time, we thought she would be fine because it was just a bite. But then, my grandmother started getting sicker and sicker to a point of being completely bed ridden. As she was close to what looked like her death, we heard her muttering something. My mother leaned in close, only to get a bitten in the face. Luckily, my grandmother was pretty brittle, and she was put down with one strike from a lamp. But, my mother started showing the same symptoms my grandmother started showing. I, not wanting to be bit myself, said some final words to my mother, and then I grabbed a knife from the kitchen. I don't know why I did what I did that day. Maybe I was just emotional from the grandmothers death. Maybe I became desensitized by all the fights my parents had in the past. Or maybe, I was just done with those fake emotions and words she used every fucking day. I went over to the bedroom were my mother lied, and I put a knife through her eyes, into her brain. I have never been the same since that day, but I don't mind it.

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