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Michael Fiala
Character information
  1. Alias
    Coach
  2. Mental
    Currently Stable
  3. Morale
    Good
  4. Date of birth
    1987-07-14 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Red Bank, New Jersey
  6. Nationality
    North American
  7. Languages
    English
  8. Religion
    Agnostic

Description

  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Stocky / Athletic
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
    Dark Brown
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Occupation
    Sport Coach / Personal Trainer / Entrepreneur / Hunter
  8. Role
    Strategist

Background


Michael was born to a father who worked as a traveling magician and a drunk gambling mother in the middle class of Red Bank. His father was rarely home due to his work, and with his mothers addictions her presence was scarce as well. He had basically raised himself alongside the other local hoodlums, taking to the streets and letting the world become their playground.  At a young age he showed signs of being a showman and developed a love for playing cards. His small circle of friends were also card lovers and they played almost every day, developing quite the talented bunch.. It wouldn't be long before the hereditary addiction to gambling would kick in and take over. One night his friends all had the great idea to sneak into the Gold Nugget In Atlantic City to play a few games with some high class rollers and make some quick money with a quick exit. It wasn't about the money, it was about the rush of getting in. With a couple of others, he successfully made it passed the doorman while the majority were caught in a well organized distraction. Feeling as if he was in his proper element, he walked into the gaming floor and approached the first poker table he saw. Meet and get out after 2 hours max, that was the plan. That's the schedule he had to stick to.

His luck was running hotter than it should that night, it was only a matter of time before the chips stacked and he started gathering the attention of others. Viewing him as some sort of spectacle wasn't going to be a good thing and he knew it. He folds on his current hand and begins to leave when he hears a security officer yell something about someone 'not supposed to be here'. His heart drops as several men move forward to one of his partners and get escorted out abruptly, only to be followed by another. What had happened? Who Talked? he couldn't worry about this now. He maintained his composure and casually cashed out his chips accordingly. Luckily with all of the commotion, the woman at the register wasn't paying enough attention to request ID which paved his exit beautifully. He had done it, he had been the only one that made it... and he was ok with that. With a new passion for adventure and knowing how capable he was, the gambling fire burned brighter.

Throughout the years he would work part time as a football coach to stay in shape and 'on the books' with society but he continued to acquire funds in any was he could with gambling, scamming and all sorts of hustling. No one was safe from the charismatic methods and careful planning. Some viewed him as a great guy, it was those that didn't know his true nature, but he was really known among many as a con artist.

A love for hunting would soon gain its way into his life and after a few years of practice, participating in a few rifle competitions and public hunting expeditions, he started gaining the skill and renown necessary to be quite the marksman. As he aged he traveled outside of the US to hunt exotic deer all around the world, being alone in the woods became a peaceful release for him and provided a break from his life of constant schemes and coaching. While playing an 'honest' card game with a few new friends he gets involved in an intense conversation with a foreigner about how this white Sika Deer, he had seen located in a place called Chenarus, was 'faster and smarter' than anything he had ever hunted and that he should make it a priority to see for himself. He had an internationals qualification game with him and his boys in this place within the next few months and taking to the wilderness was in his plans already once he got there, now he had a purpose.

Time passes and the team heads off. The flight lands around morning time at a small airport by Krasnostav and everyone is met with a warm welcome by the staff. They are then escorted to a shuttle and brought to their reserved hotel rooms in the city of Chernogorsk. The ride is long but passes faster than anticipated. At the hotel everyone gets comfortable and begins doing there own routine in order to prepare for the game in the next upcoming week. He had a few days 'to kill' while he was here and didn't want to waste them.

The next morning he woke up early and took a cab west to the forest that the man at the poker table had told him about. 'Just a few miles west of a pretty little village named Sinistok' he remembered. A few hours pass as he stalked and proceeded through the woods, some fauna sighted but not the fabled white deer. He notices that there's a lot of air traffic and factors in the possibility of the animals being frightened when he suddenly hears an explosion.. followed by automatic fire. He was far enough from the military base to where he shouldn't be hearing any gunfire, especially an explosion.. followed by more. What was happening? He quickly thought of his team.. Were the boys ok? He was in the middle of nowhere's wilderness with no communication. He begins trekking through the woods, hunting rifle in hand, hoping for the best.


-WIP-

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Status

HEALTHY

Time played: 27.6 hours

Total wounds: 0

Total deaths: 0

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