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AliasMark
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MentalHe is calm and collected, but nervous of the future
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MoraleReady to do what is necessary to survive.
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Date of birth2000-12-04 (22 years old)
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Place of birthEast Bridgewater, Massachusetts
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NationalityAmerican
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EthnicityCaucasian
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LanguagesEnglish
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RelationshipNone.
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FamilyMother- Francine Blisterens Father- Leroy Blisterens,
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ReligionNone
Description
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Height187 cm
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Weight90 kg
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BuildLean strong, tall and skinny.
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HairShort brown hair.
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EyesHazel, with a touch of green.
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AlignmentChaotic Neutral
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FeaturesA scar on his back, stretching from the start of the shoulder blade to the end.
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EquipmentJeans, T-Shirt, and Tennis shoes.
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OccupationNone currently, was a grocer for local convivence store.
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AffiliationNone
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RoleNone
Background
Marcus Blisterens was born to a small suburban town in Maine. To his father Leroy Blisterens, and mother Francine Blisterens. His childhood for the most part was normal, going to school, making friends, and just being a normal person in the community. Though one event changed everything, his parents divorce. From being an ok student, Mark became a rebel. Doing everything he could to get back at his parents, from shoplifting to starting fights at school. He dropped out at the age of 17, going on to work at his friend's Michael's dads repair shop for old electronics. Around early 2020 there was whisper in shadows of a sickness, then 5 months later it took the world by storm. Mark was smart enough to sense that things were going down, in his mobile home he stashed supplies if things went really bad. Over the rest of the year there were riots in the streets, and all out chaos. Then he made the decision that would change his life forever, abandoning his parents, he took the offer made by his friend Jake to sail on his Uncle's boat to England, where it was said to be safe from the disease (obviously not a smart one). They crashed on the shores of Norway, sadly Mark was the only one to make it from the watery tomb. Where in the Norway was he? No clue, he saw no signs or anything, he just traveled from makeshift camp to another just surviving. Mark did some awful things to stay alive, which he doesn't talk about, but he made it out. He heard talk of a city. Nyheim they call it. Now, set for sanctuary, or profit, Mark is on the road to Nyheim. Who knows where this adventure might take him.
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