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Ezra Mitchell
Character information
  1. Mental
    Sane
  2. Morale
    Tense
  3. Date of birth
    1985-05-12 (34 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Mansfield, Texas
  5. Nationality
    American
  6. Ethnicity
    White
  7. Languages
    English, a peqino espaniol
  8. Family
    Tyler Mitchell, Taylor Mitchell

Description

  1. Height
    191 cm
  2. Weight
    100 kg
  3. Build
    Broad and Tall
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Good
  7. Affiliation
    The Departed

Background

"When my dad got locked up for the last time, I told my brother people never change. That was a fuckin' stupid thing to say."

"If you're wondering weather or not you should trust me -- I'm afraid I can't give you much good reason. In a place called Alligator Mississippi I headed up group of outlaws on Motocycles. We weren't ruthless, but we weren't good either. I done some bad things with them -- and got my brother tangled up with them too. My brother got himself into some trouble a few months back, and I knew the deputy sheriff had him dead to fucking rights on it too. Christ, I remember just sitting there with that gas can outside the deputy's house with a full gas can in my hand. I thought he was out working the night shift -- I can only thank god that I noticed the light on inside when his daughter got up to go to the bathroom, I guess. Deputy's ex-wife had dropped of his 12 year old girl to stay for the weekend. If I hadn't seen that light turn on, I would've burned that poor girl alive without knowing it."

"I owe it all to God. The capital G one."

"So I defected from my position in the motorcycle club, and joined up with this international missionary group. Go oversees, build some houses for the less fortunate, and try to set myself straight. I all seemed so simple. Chernarus wasn't such a bad place -- despite the dust of war just barely clearing the air seemed just so much cleaner. Until it wasn't. The night it happened, we were staying at this summer camp between building jobs. Church kids were literally singing kum-bay-fucking-ya around a campfire when those fucking things ambushed us. I did what I could....it just wasn't enough."

 


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