Paxton Hardwood

Character information
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AliasPax
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MentalSane
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MoraleHigh
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Date of birth1969-06-09 (53 years old)
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Place of birthPortland, Oregon
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NationalityAmerican
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EthnicityCaucasian
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LanguagesEnglish
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Relationshipn/a
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Familyn/a
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Religionnone
Description
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Height191 cm
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Weight104 kg
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BuildMuscular, not toned, with lots of extra fat.
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HairWhite
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EyesBlue
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AlignmentChaotic Good
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FeaturesDeep-set wrinkles on forehead; defined crows feet around eyes; thick white beard; tattoos on torso and arms, crooked nose.
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EquipmentWinter clothes, backpack, boots, snowshoes, rope, lighter, hunting rifle, flare gun, hatchet, gauze, water bottle, paper, pen, sharpening stone, pan.
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OccupationTrapper
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Affiliationnone
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Rolen/a
Background
Pax was born and raised in the pacific north-west, where he gained a powerful affinity for the outdoors. At 18 years old he was recruited by the Navy and within 2 years he earned a place in the Navy Seals. Over the next 4 years of his service, he would travel to 35 different countries and teach the people there the survival skills needed to live free from tyrannical government oppression. It was during this time that he developed an ethical moral code that reflected the goodness of the work he was doing, and yet he was acutely aware of the hypocrisy he was party to. Several years later, he was dishonorably discharged from his service after refusing a direct order to annihilate a peaceful civilian fishing vessel that had accidentally wandered into controlled waters. This sent him into a spiral of self-doubt until he met a woman who could calm him. He married her and together they had 2 beautiful children whom he loved very much. At night he would envision his life with them and be fully content in knowing that his future was full of purpose and love, as he had a responsibility to these people who loved him.
In his mid 30's, his wife and 2 children were killed in a tragic car crash. Painful memories and total despair had been quickly driving him mad. In an effort to regain what sanity he lost, he chose to begin a new life as a nomad in western Norway. Here he became a well-renowned trapper and made acquaintances with the small native population who also called the harsh Norweigan landscape home. He lived this way for nearly 15 years before loneliness and lack of purpose crept into his life until one day, after having no human contact for nearly 6 months, he learned the fate of the world from a passing ice fisherman. Suddenly, he had a calling of purpose; to seek out and help the survivors of this damning apocalypse that had ravaged the world and left it nearly devoid of all sentient life. As he traveled the breadth of the country, he heard about a place to the east where survivors were gathering, but even they were not safe from the infected and had been struggling to survive the harsh environmental conditions of which he was accustomed to. He hastily made his way towards this place, called Nyheim, to seek out these battered survivors and help them survive by any means possible. Whatever his reasons, one thing's for sure... he had nothing left to lose.
In his mid 30's, his wife and 2 children were killed in a tragic car crash. Painful memories and total despair had been quickly driving him mad. In an effort to regain what sanity he lost, he chose to begin a new life as a nomad in western Norway. Here he became a well-renowned trapper and made acquaintances with the small native population who also called the harsh Norweigan landscape home. He lived this way for nearly 15 years before loneliness and lack of purpose crept into his life until one day, after having no human contact for nearly 6 months, he learned the fate of the world from a passing ice fisherman. Suddenly, he had a calling of purpose; to seek out and help the survivors of this damning apocalypse that had ravaged the world and left it nearly devoid of all sentient life. As he traveled the breadth of the country, he heard about a place to the east where survivors were gathering, but even they were not safe from the infected and had been struggling to survive the harsh environmental conditions of which he was accustomed to. He hastily made his way towards this place, called Nyheim, to seek out these battered survivors and help them survive by any means possible. Whatever his reasons, one thing's for sure... he had nothing left to lose.
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