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Kenneth Pentz
Character information
  1. Alias
    Kenny, Sobek, Egyptian
  2. Mental
    Healthy and sane
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1986-10-30 (33 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Montana, USA
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Russian, Polish, Farsi, Arabic, Afrikaans, Mandarin Chinese.
  9. Family
    Roland Pentz (Brother)
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Fit, and fairly muscular.
  4. Hair
    Short, and dark brown.
  5. Eyes
    Greenish blue.
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Typical scars and complexion of a survivor in the new world. Innumerable gunshot wound scars. A gash from a nailed bat left a massive scar on his right shin.
  8. Equipment
    Warm clothing, large backpack, pistol, rifle, food and drink, a medical kit.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
    The Corporation
  11. Role
    Asst. Command


"Approaching drop zone."
The announcement woke the sleeping commando from his uneasy slumber aboard an unassuming cargo plane that happened to be flying over the Chernarus province of South Zagoria. The man rose from his seat, checking his drop gear. "Green in 5... 4... 3... 2..." The voice came over the speaker in the roof of the plane, likely the pilot or co-pilot speaking. While this countdown happened, the cargo door in the rear of the plane formed a breach in the hull as it opened, air rushing in. It was cold, not unexpected for their altitude and speed. And, as promised, a red light near the cargo door turned green, indicating it was clear for jump. The rest of the man's group was in front of him, and he saw them drop out of the back of the plane one by one in grim silence. They all knew what was to come, and yet, they dropped into the heart of darkness with some kind of resolve. The man's breathing grew shaky as he reached the rear door, then he plunged into the dark world below, saying goodbye to the last piece of humanity he would see in a long time.

An average man from Montana, Kenny grew up in a secluded, wooded area of the state, learning at an early age how to hunt and camp. He spent a lot of time learning new things, such as languages, and things about nature. He prided himself on being an accomplished polyglot by the age of 20. Eventually, Kenneth joined the military, leading to quite a long career consisting of different roles within the Navy and Marines. After being honorably discharged, he was hired on by the Corporation. His brother Roland became a UN Peacekeeper, and was sent to help contain the situation in Chernarus prior to the infection spreading worldwide. Roland was stranded in Chernarus after the outbreak. Having been in the wilderness for most of his childhood, Kenneth was no stranger to how it worked. However, with the introduction of zombies, things had changed a little. There was a new predator- The undead. Pentz was sent by air to perform certain tasks outlined by his employers, coming with nothing but a sidearm and a weather-resistant uniform. Though he lost those quickly in an attempt to blend in with the locals.

Having spent over a year in the country, Kenneth has become a sort of hermit. He remained a loner, avoiding people at all costs, until a new deployment arrived...

"Adjusting to target range."
An unassuming bush lay in the foliage near Rogovo, it held a laser designator in its hands, and it was magnifying the image of New Paris for its user. The bush appeared to be speaking into a radio in a low voice. "Looks like... Multiple armed contacts... I have no visual on our guy. I repeat, no visual on Ten." Upon closer inspection, the bush appeared to be the operator Sobek of Potius Cras. The bush was stock still, and continued reporting on what he could see. He turned his head to another bush nearby. "Let's maintain radio silence. Until we're five-by-five, we're on our own." He rotated and slowly crawled away, the suit of fake foliage he wore kept him fairly concealed.

For months, the giant slept. With massive losses came a full withdrawal from the country, the Corporation simply couldn't spare any more men. Sobek stayed, as usual. He had been exiled ever since he went AWOL the month before the drawdown.

The Corporation returned. They returned, and did it in force. They had already assembled another task force, and this time they were after water as well. Sobek was picked up and pressed back into the fold.

"Sobek! You got six on your tail!"

A deep voice boomed over my radio as I sprinted down a dirt road. Behind me rose a red and white tower, piercing the sky with metallic antennae. This tower was characteristic of Green Mountain, the old Comms facility. "I'm working on it!" I said hastily into my radio. Six infected were gaining on me, though they were still a good fifty meters behind. I turned, hit the deck, pulled out a dirty Kalashnikov, and started firing at my pursuers. Three of them were dropped promptly, one quickly followed, and the other two got hit in their rotting bodies. "Shit!" I got back onto my feet and started running, holding the AK by its handguard. I made it to a T-intersection and dropped to my knee, taking aim again and dropping the final two. At this point, I was completely exhausted. "Checkpoint Six is long gone, then... Doctor, we aren't here to kill these people..." He managed, breathing heavily between each statement. He got back to his feet and continued walking down the road.

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The OG

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