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AliasTyrus
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MentalUnstable
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MoraleLow
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Date of birth1979-09-12 (43 years old)
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Place of birthQueens, New York
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NationalityAmerican
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EthnicityAfrican American
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LanguagesEnglish
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RelationshipN/A
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FamilyN/A
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ReligionChristian
Description
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Height177 cm
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Weight71 kg
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BuildMan of average height but muscular for his age
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HairBald head but with what used to be a well groomed beard, in its place is a gruff growth on his chin.
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EyesBrown eyes
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AlignmentChaotic Neutral
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FeaturesA relatively weak chin, comparable to the rolling slopes of a meadow. Luckily it is hidden by his large beard, graying at the ends and wispy. Bags lay set into his eyelids almost like a permanent eye shadow covers them. A large brand covers his back with the skin surrounding it peeling at the edges.
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EquipmentA frayed wedding suit
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OccupationAuto body worker
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AffiliationN/A
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RoleN/A
Background
Raised in Queens, New York with his only son Tyrus spending most of his early 20s taking care of his son after the boy's mother died from overdosing on heroin after the child's birth. Learning his craft in auto-body works he was able to scrape by while taking care of his son. As his son grew with time he turned out to be quite intelligent, having an aptitude for computers as he grew. When the time came for his son to go out into the world on his own, the boy had met a woman. August of 2019, came around and the boy had made plans to get married the woman was from Norway and had a large family so they had planned to have the wedding in the Norwegian countryside. Tyrus a loving father flew to the unfamiliar country but caught whispers of some new virus, he touched down and was met with a lock down in the country. The wedding was downsized in compliance with the quarantine laws but still had to be kept secret as the locals had not been dealing well since the misting had occurred. Being stuck in the country now he enjoyed the small wedding for the time it lasted up till it was cut short. Looters raided the wedding killing the couple to be and shackling the rest, taking all the food and valuable loot to be found at the scene and on the dead. Dragging them for miles until Tyrus was left for dead as he grew weaker as the days went on without being fed and the long marches and beatings. No clue where he is, starving, and cold he wanders aimlessly in this new area.
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