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Fubaris Dermody
Character information
  1. Alias
    Fubar
  2. Mental
    Chaotic, depressed and broken. a good guy deep down but struggling due to his past.
  3. Morale
    depressive
  4. Date of birth
    1987-09-09 (35 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Republic of Ireland
  6. Nationality
    Irish
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    none
  10. Family
    none
  11. Religion
    none

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    89 kg
  3. Build
    Tall, broad shoulders but slim
  4. Hair
    Long black
  5. Eyes
    Naturally blue, but wears contacts to hide the colour of his eyes.
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    No distinct features outside of having white eyes from using contact lenses
  8. Occupation
    aspiring guitarist

Background

Michael was a troubled young man since the early days of his life. His father died when he was young in a work accident, his mother struggling to cope turned to alcohol to deal with her demons. She would beat Michael sometimes using a belt, other times a pan, or even her fists, whatever was easy to grab at the time. This all came down her lack of ability to come to terms with her husbands death.
Michael would lock his room door just lay on his bed crying most of the time listening to his music over the years, he wasn't a bad kid, quite the opposite, he was kind and caring to a fault. He would still try to help his mother knowing that this did not used to be her and the person he loved was still inside somewhere.
But it was to late for her to reconcile with Michael or even herself. One night after Michael had come home after practicing with his band he found his mother dead on the sitting room floor choked out on her own vomit.
This event sparked a string of events for Michael like an uncontrollable whirlwind of emotions and actions. He pumped more and more time into his music and his guitar but also alcohol and drugs leading a life of unsatiable want. One day he got a phone call from John, one of his band mates, that after being scouted at a recent gig. The deal was to go on tour as a minor back up band to other more prominent goth/metal bands. The pay was terrible but it was an opportunity he had been waiting for.
So he packed his bags, jumped on a plane with his band mates and headed out. The first 3 gigs went well, and the after parties were outrageous. On the night of the 4th gig, in Norway, the gig was going wild a great night to be on stage until the wierdest thing, people started rushing the stage, it appeared to be the craziest moshpit Michael ever saw. As the chaos got closer and closer to the stage the moshpits seems more violent, blood clearly visible on peoples clothing.
Screaming followed and not the type Michael was used to hearing, this was panic, this was fear. The crowd burst through the security barriers and up on to the stage, complete bedlem. Michael watched as something that looked like a human but deformed, not right, bit the throat out of a spectator.
What the hell was going on. Michael dropped his guitar and bolted out backstage with all the people looking for a way out. Something insane was going on. Michael ran and ran until he found himself all alone on the outskirts of the town. Was he tripping from all he drugs?, was it the drink? he wondered to himself. "what am i gonna do now?"

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