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Stephen Taylor
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Mature, but slightly unstable
  3. Date of birth
    1993-04-04 (26 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Somewhere in GA
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    English, Spanish, Russian, German
  8. Relationship
    Loren (dead)
  9. Family
    Mother, Father, Sister
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Hair
    Dark brown, comes down to just above his shoulders
  4. Eyes
    Bright Blue
  5. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  6. Equipment
    Gas Mask, Hunting backpack, Winchester
  7. Occupation
    Civil Engineer


Journal Entry Number 1: Hello, my name is Stephen. I am a 24 year old man and I work as a Civil Engineer. Recently I've been given a 2 week vacation so I've decided to visit my girlfriend, Loren, in Chernarus. We've been together for a good 4 years now. She moved to Chernarus for business reasons, and I haven't been able to she her in person since. While I was packing I left to buy a journal I could write in while I'm over at Chernarus. It's starting to get late, and I need some sleep so I can catch the flight tomorrow.

Journal Entry Number 2: I've landed in Chernarus and am currently riding a bus to Chernogorks, where Loren lives. The airport was nothing special. Same overpriced foods as they've had for years now. I ended up grabbing a bite to eat since I had forgotten breakfast. Now that I look back I'm not sure the $6 hamburger was worth it, even if it kept me tided over for most of the flight. We're arriving in Chernogorsk now, i'll fill you in after a week has passed.

Journal Entry Number 3: Nothing much has happened over the last week. We've talked about our lives, how our jobs have been, etc. She's also showed me around Chernogorsk. Neat city in my opinion.

Journal Entry Number 4: It's been another week since I've last wrote in this journal. I was supposed to have left two days ago but I wasn't allowed to leave. Something about a virus spreading around. I asked Loren about it and she filled me in on it. The virus gave off flu- like symptoms, but after two or so days, it would turn someone aggressive, almost to the point where it isn't human-like. Apparently it had already taken down multiple towns! Damn, I've never been one for news and what-not but the fact that this slipped by without me noticing was horribly amazing. Though, it does explain the large amount of people wearing face masks..

Journal Entry Number 5: 15 hours ago, Loren was attacked my someone. Though she was able to get away with only a few scratches, she had started to experience the same flu-like symptoms as the people with the odd virus did. She says that she is fine, but I am worried for her life..

Journal Entry Number 6: Fuck. I had to do it. I had to put her down.. Loren ended up attacking me, and I sadly had no way of restraining her. I knew if I didn't do something quick she would eventually kill me.. This happened about two days ago. I feel so bad about it. I've never even thought about killing another human. But it was something I had to do, else, like I said, she would kill me. Fuck.

Journal Entry Number 7: It's been 3 weeks since the incident. I still feel horrible about the whole thing.. Since then I've killed two more people with the virus. I didn't want to, but I had to. From those two attacks I've taken a few scratches and a bite. At first I was afraid for my own life, but after a couple of days, nothing had happened. Am I immune to this bullshit? Whatever. I've been holding up in what used to be Loren's home. There isn't much food left, so I will have to leave soon, else I might starve. I haven't been around Chernarus, at all, but I have a map so I'm sure I will be able to get around fine...

Journal Entry Number 8: Right, it's time to leave. I've grabbed a few items for my journey into Chernarus. A backpack, some food and water, and Loren's Winchester, along with a box of .308 rounds to go with it.. I've not a clue where to go, but I'll figure it out as I go. wish me luck.

Journal Entry Number 9: Hello.. it's been a while since I've written in this. I haven't lost the Winchester yet, however I've found many other weapons that I could use if I must. Such as a sawn off Mosin, a sawn off double barrel, a Longhorn pistol, a Repeater, and a magnum..
Some might call me paranoid but I say I'm just prepared for anything.
It's been 3 weeks since I've seen a living person. I'm starting to think I'm the only one left..
I've been talking to the infected, thinking they were human.. I'm fine though. IM FINE
It's just getting lonely. The only companions I have is an old teddy bear of Loren's and my thoughts. Some of my thoughts, I think, are interesting. I might just write some down in here..

Journal Entry Number 10: Met an infected. He followed me around so I gave him a name. His name was Andrew. Andrew is dead. I had to shoot him because he was getting too aggressive and tried to scratch me multiple times. Oh well. I need to find a new friend.

Journal Entry Number 11: I've been giving names to the infected that I keep seeing. One of them followed me so I named him John. Ive somehow managed to lose John though.. I'm sure he's fine.

Journal Entry Number 12: I've found people! I stumbled across a man named.. uh.. I've forgotten his name.. I'll ask again later. Whatever. Anyway, he seems like a nice guy. He's led me into a town that I believe is known as Stary Sobor.. I was surprised to find that there were many people here, however they don't seem to be the most friendly bunch of people I've ever seen. However, they are people. I think I'll just trust the nice man that's led me here..

Journal Entry Number 13: I was led straight into a trap. Not by the friendly man that got me here, but by a group of other people that were there. They didn't do it on purpose though.. Their names were Al, Gabby, and..two other people...I'm not good with names. Anyway, they needed help with a bit of scavenging, so I decided to tag along. When we made our way up the hill of Stary, we were greeted by a man who didn't speak much. That's when someone came up from behind and told us to put our hands up and drop our weapons..
I complied.
Someone else tried to run but they were shot immediately..
The group of, at least 5 or 6 people, told us to follow them to a castle of some sort. We followed..
They told us to speed it up, and I guess I wasn't fast enough, so they shot me..
My vision went black, and I woke up under the tree I was shot under, shocked to see I was still alive..
I didn't feel any pain except for my torso. When I checked though, I didn't have any holes in me! But my vest did. They lit my vest the fuck up.. I didn't have much left on me so I assume they took most of my things. My Repeater was gone, as was the double barrel, Mosin, and Longhorn. I remembered where I had dropped my Winchester, back where they told us to put our hands up. I went back and was surprised to see that it was still there, with the five rounds still loaded into it. I was relieved to find it.. I must find a place to lay low, as the men might try and find my body to pick the remains off. I believe I will be safe in Stary.. I hope.


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