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Jonas Larsen
PublicVoodoo
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    2042-05-29 (29 years old)
  2. Place of birth
    Unknown
  3. Nationality
    Wasteland - No significant location
  4. Languages
    English

Description

  1. Height
    174 cm
  2. Weight
    76 kg
  3. Build
    Average
  4. Hair
    Light Brown
  5. Eyes
    Grey Blue
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral

Background

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I don't actually know who my parents were, I was just a baby when I was found on a small boat drifting off the coast by a local fisherman called Sigurd. He raised me as his son at Kjølnes lighthouse.

As I grew up Sigurd would teach me how to survive, read and learn about the past from various textbooks he had found over the years. He always had an obsession to keep the light burning at the top of the tower by constantly keeping a generator working or when available using whale blubber to keep a flame burning. He said it would aid travellers as they sailed the world, although I can't remember any ships passing our lighthouse.

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I will always remember the day Sigurd died. It was early 2071, me and Sigurd had a massive argument on the morning of his death. Looking back at the day I can understand why he said what he did.

Now an old man, Sigurd told me to leave the Lighthouse and travel to one of the various settlements we had heard about through broken radio signals and local travellers on the road. He just wanted me to be safe and to settle down with other humans left alive during this apocalypse before he passed away. Instead, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me and getting in our boat to catch some fish for the evening meal.

The day was cold, waves battered the boat, but I had managed to get enough fish to last us several days. I saw the Lighthouse in the distance, the flame still alight. As I got closer the flames got bigger, the tower was on fire. From a distance out at sea I could make out the silhouettes of infected swarming the tower, some on fight and staggering towards the sea. The load cracks of Sigurd's Shotgun could be heard on the wind until eventually they just stopped. I had no idea what to do, Infected were always rare where we lived yet this was a huge swarm of them. I knew Sigurd didn't make it out alive from that tower, but I had to be sure, I wrapped myself up with blankets in that boat with the anchor down and slept until the next morning.

The next day the fire was out, and the Tower had crumbled. The infected were fewer now, I rowed quietly to the shore then walked towards our former home killing a few infected in the process. There was nothing left, the fire was so intense that anything in its path was turned to ashes. There was nothing left to keep me there, I just got back in the boat and drifted back out to sea following the coastline hoping to find a new place to settle down.

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I'm not sure how long I have been at sea or where I am, but I have woke up just off the coast. It looks familiar to the area of the Lighthouse but here there are trees, with a lack of food on the boat I think I will jump out here and see what this new land has to offer.

 

 


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