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Kenneth Richards
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    Maintain Humanity
  4. Date of birth
    1982-05-24 (37 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Pineville Louisiana
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
    Single, but hopeing
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    120 kg
  3. Build
    Broad shouldered with strong but without a toned form
  4. Hair
    Black, short with a slight mess to it.
  5. Eyes
    Dark Brown
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Equipment
    At times either a brown or grey cowboy hat, typically a sporting a brown leather jacket with a blue bandana around his neck, favored weapon is a MP-133 Shotgun,
  8. Occupation
    Pre Apocalypse Farmer
  9. Role
    Moral compass


Kenneth(Ken) Richards, aged 35 was born in, at the time, the small city of Pineville Louisiana to Michael Richards and his wife Sophie Richards nee Evans, growing up in the small town before moving further south towards the old family farm, where he was taught by his father how to get his hands dirty, instructed that he would one day takeover the residence, living a fairly peaceful childhood in the small town, having his fair share of child hood romances and teenage love affairs, having difficulty in the idea of settling down.

Over the years, he grew quiet fond of the regular hunting trips his father would take him on, if for nothing more then an excuse to use the family rifle, and while he was comfortable with it at that point, his first trip had taught him how truly dangerous the fire arm could be, nearly shooting his own fathers fingers off on accident.

As he grew Ken began to find his place in the world, growing comfortable with the idea of the quiet life, childhood heroes from old westerns influencing him at a young age, causing him to develop his truly "southern" accent, he also began to understand the world wasn't as peaceful and serene as his childhood had lead him to believe, at the age of 22, his mother suffering from a robbery gone wrong, this sudden loss causing his father to go into a depressive state, leading in his own eyes, his entirely unprepared self to deal with the difficulty's of running the farm on his own.

Over ten years later, closer now to present day, Kenneth needed a break, his father had retired some years earlier, though that seemed more a formality, making clear something already known to them both for quite some time. With the insistence of his father, who was fairly adiment in the fact that the farm could survive a few weeks, due to previous seasons, being able to afford the hired help.

With a sense of relief and familiar smiles, which seemed to have been without cause for sometime, Kenneth departed to the country of Chernarus, not one for the larger tourist destinations, liked the idea of the smaller country, that would be the last time he saw his father.

After arriving, Ken was only treated to but a few short weeks of peace before terror began to take the streets, whispers and rumors of strange circumstances, before rumor became fact, Mobs of people running, screaming and dying, with a haunted heart and a stroke of luck to survive the initial horrors, Kenneth found himself at the beginning of an entirely new world, one humanity was clearly not prepared for.

Months have passed, passing around the country, first with tony, jango, eden, jimmy and others, those were the good times, now.... Ken's just tired, he has friends still, but has lost others, he's no longer the man he was, his morals, there not the same and at times, he feels he's the only one that gives a damn about maintaining morality and what's right.. and thats a battle that he's steadly loosing each and every day, barely able to keep those he cares for from making mistakes that will change them.

Though another goal him purpose, he aims to find his friend Mason's killer, and bring justice, not knowing how much that might change him if he succeeds.


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