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Dante Corona
Character information
  1. Alias
    Dante
  2. Mental
    Relatively okay.
  3. Morale
    Good.
  4. Date of birth
    1994-12-29 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Seville, Spain
  6. Nationality
    Spanish
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucassian
  8. Languages
    Spanish, English, some French
  9. Relationship
    None
  10. Family
    Manuel Corona (father), Antonia Castillo (mother), both back in Spain.
  11. Religion
    None. Actually despises the catholic church.

Description

  1. Height
    165 cm
  2. Weight
    65 kg
  3. Build
    A little thinner than average, with stocky legs.
  4. Hair
    Dark brown curls, medium length.
  5. Eyes
    Green / Hazel
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Monroe mole.
  8. Equipment
    Gorka E Military Helmet, Camo bandana, Brown military jacket, PautRev brown camo pants, Olive military vest, All black AKM with optics and silencer, Brown combat boots, Green assault pack, Fire Axe
  9. Occupation
    Nature photographer, before the apocalypse.
  10. Affiliation
    None

Background

Hello, the name is Dante. Some months ago, just before everything went to shit, I was a lucky and happy kid. But it wasn’t always like that. I lived all my life in Seville, Spain, and was born into a pretty rich family, a place where I really didn’t belong; although I was always grateful for what I had. I hated wearing good looking clothes, and every time I could I would escape with my friends to the pinewoods near my town, to make campfires, eat BBQ, smoke joints and drink beers.
I soon became independent with the money my parents gave me, and finally when I graduated from university and found a job as a nature photographer, I organised a long-ass road trip to western Europe with my friends. We packed everything we need, and in the process I picked something that would later save my life: a survival guide which I always kept in my van, in case something went wrong. And oh boy, did it all go south…
My friend got attacked by an infected in Chernarus. We didn’t have a clue how the infection spread, and it was too late when we got stopped by some soldiers, who after inspecting us killed my friends, knowing they were infected. In the last moment, when a soldier was about to execute me, a hoard of infected rushed the squad. I took advantage of the situation and drove off the place… but unfortunately I was so shocked that I crashed my van. Since then I discovered that I was immune, and I learned to survive on my own by reading my trusty survival guide.

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