Oskar Olaf

Character information
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AliasOllie
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MentalHardened
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MoraleDependable
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Date of birth1991-12-22 (31 years old)
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Place of birthBathtub in a firehall somewhere in Norway
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NationalityNorwegian
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EthnicityGermanic
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LanguagesNorwegian, German, English
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RelationshipSofia Olaf - DECEASED
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FamilyAlek Olaf - DECEASED
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ReligionNone
Description
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Height186 cm
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Weight90 kg
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BuildTall with broad shoulders
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HairBlonde
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EyesGreen
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AlignmentNeutral Good
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FeaturesA scar on my right hand from missing with a knife while gutting a deer when I was 16.
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EquipmentHunting Rifle with a holstered pistol. Hunting garb and warm boots for the long treks through the snow
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OccupationPipefitter
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AffiliationNone
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RoleNone
Background
My childhood, I grew up fishing and hunting which has come in handy these days, We weren't big into the city hustle and bustle but we still did enjoy going to the city and seeing all new stuff. As I got older, the world got more complicated.. we found out my father was forced by PLIKT to give information regarding my grandfathers locations of oil wells around the area here in Nyheim, after he gave them the information he was murdered. He had been getting extorted for months prior to that and nobody knew. The investigation turned up nothing and it was dismissed as an accident, but we know they did it. They did everything.
My friends used to call me Ollie, but every single one of them burned that night in their homes, turned away at the quarantine zone.. I can still hear the sound of the jets flying over the city. My family already turned a few weeks weeks earlier so I was already in shock. I had nobody left. Just me.
Now that the virus struck it seems nobody gives two hoots about who you are anymore. All anyone wants now is food, guns and a bed to sleep in. They'll put a bullet in your head if it meant feeding their kid for another day. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't coupled with the solitude.. It really gets to you.. and the constant threat of the undead walking through your front door. But really, you can't even trust people anymore, very sceptical of them I am. I try to treat others with dignity and respect, but that's hard to come by too. The world was built on trust, and it seems we don't have that anymore. That's why I don't go in to town too often, or at least untill I need supplies to tinker with. Yep I just keep to my own mostly, these days. But maybe that could change. It has been years since I've had any real contact with others.
My friends used to call me Ollie, but every single one of them burned that night in their homes, turned away at the quarantine zone.. I can still hear the sound of the jets flying over the city. My family already turned a few weeks weeks earlier so I was already in shock. I had nobody left. Just me.
Now that the virus struck it seems nobody gives two hoots about who you are anymore. All anyone wants now is food, guns and a bed to sleep in. They'll put a bullet in your head if it meant feeding their kid for another day. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't coupled with the solitude.. It really gets to you.. and the constant threat of the undead walking through your front door. But really, you can't even trust people anymore, very sceptical of them I am. I try to treat others with dignity and respect, but that's hard to come by too. The world was built on trust, and it seems we don't have that anymore. That's why I don't go in to town too often, or at least untill I need supplies to tinker with. Yep I just keep to my own mostly, these days. But maybe that could change. It has been years since I've had any real contact with others.
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