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Joseph Crimson
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    1991-07-09 (28 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    London, England
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
  5. Languages
    English, Chernarussian


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    76 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
    Green Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Occasionally smokes


In his past, he was a troublesome little kiddo. He was born in Bristol, England- Born to an American father of Mark Crimson, who had re-married to who is now an English mother, Eleanor Grissom. As mentioned prior, he is no stranger to getting himself into trouble, doing minor things such as trespassing and littering to more major crimes such as theft, breaking and entering, and possession of illegal contraband and substances such as knives while in school, or having marijuana. Despite his parents attempts at getting him to be a law abiding citizen, Joseph continued to misbehave and act awry all through-out his teenage years, making friends with all the wrong kinds of people in school and university. One of his friends introduced him to a unique concept, a concept of being able to buy and sell things without taxes, government, and most importantly, laws. He was introduced to the black market. His dad had taught him over and over all about manners, being kind, listening and talking when it's appropriate, everything needed to be accepted in most groups of people.

It's not that Joseph didn't listen, he merely didn't care or use those lessons when he didn't think it was needed. His surprisingly natural charisma, mannerisms, and way of speaking got him involved quickly, and soon he found there was no turning back. He assisted in the illegal works as best he could, doing what he did best, getting something from Point A to Point B. Joseph started as a runner, moving messages or small packages, and then became a local smuggler, moving small batches of drugs or tools to make hand-made weapons, as civilian ownership of firearms is restricted in England. Finally, he got an offer, an opportunity in the year of 2014 to prove himself as a valuable piece of the smuggling business. His job was to travel to the Slavic countries of Europe and become a sort of "supervisor-in-training" for their human trafficking ring. He hesitated at this offer. He was fine with moving guns, drugs, tools, even stolen vehicles and various other devices, at least they didn't struggle and ask for mercy, or beg for release. At least they were inanimate objects with no feelings, no potential to twist his heart or mind to do or say things he didn't want to. He accepted regardless, deciding that he's come this far, and that he shouldn't back out at this point. Thus, Joseph was sent to Russia to meet the people he'd be working with. His father was devastated, and went after him in pursuit. His father's location as of this moment is unknown.

Through the remaining year of smuggling, before hell on earth was unleashed, Joseph went back and forth through the various countries that could be defined as "Slavic". Bosnia, Poland, Russia, Chernarus, Ukraine, the list goes on. He found the job to be much less morally demanding and disruptive than he thought. Most of the time, the "clients" were actually being transported themselves, being either prisoners who had escaped, people seeking asylum in other countries but unable to get a grant, illegal immigrants, or people who simply wanted a new life. Rarely, the "packages" were uncooperative or unwilling, but when they were, Joseph turned a blind eye and shut his ears, simply doing his job without much focus on the person in question. His last job was in Russia going to Chernarus, and it wasn't meant to be his last job. He and one other business partner, a Ukrainian man named Yefim, was to smuggle someone from Moscow to a small dock located at Krutoy Cap in southeast Chernarus. From there, the man was to be let go on a boat waiting for him- Then Yefim and Joseph would go their separate ways and become sleeper agents, as a "huge job" was promised later that year.

Getting the man to transport wasn't difficult at all, neither was entering the country. Joseph and Yefim had both been to Chernarus both together and separate multiple times, this was their third time going in from Russia, other times having been from Takistan, but something felt... Off. Joseph couldn't place a finger on it, neither could Yefim. Regardless, they continued to Krutoy Cap, following road laws and the like before dropping off the man and sending him off where it was necessary. Yefim left, and then Joseph left. Joseph found himself taking over and remodeling a small, dilapidated cabin outside the town of Lopatino, located roughly to the southwest. He proceeded to live a quiet life, taking care of himself and no one else for the longest time. The isolation allowed him to think and wonder to himself, and soon he began to write down his thoughts, wonders, dreams, and other mental brainstorms he'd have from time to time. Everything was quiet, peaceful, and dare say, lovely, until hell on Earth was unleashed to the world. His phone rang.

He picked it up. It was his contact. Each call was something different, Chernarus is getting some kind of horrible disease spreading around, make sure he has protection and can defend himself, the police are looking for anything suspicious and are armed, the military is coming, the list goes on. Joseph was beside himself in terms of whether it actually mattered or not. He was secluded and isolated, so he decided it'd be best to simply sit this out and wait. He waited, and waited, and waited some more. His phone rang, and rang, and one day, stopped ringing. Joseph noticed one night, his lights no longer worked. He frowned, and instead went to bed early to fix it the next morning. He had no radio or television, no real connection to the outside world aside from his phone, so he picked it up the next morning and noticed a new change. There was no more phone signal. He began to wonder, and then wrote down these wonders.

Soon enough, he decided to leave and see what exactly had happened. Joseph encountered something he'll never forget. Joseph encountered an Infected. This was his first contact with the outside world besides his phone. It was the first time Joseph had fought something. It was the first time Joseph had killed something. He never did a single day of hard work in his life until that day, the day he found out what kind of apocalypse had really taken the world over. He retreated to his home, shaking, scared, and without anyone to turn to.


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