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John Westby
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Character information
  1. Mental
    Sane
  2. Morale
    Indifferent
  3. Date of birth
    1990-05-16 (29 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Norway
  5. Nationality
    Norwegian
  6. Ethnicity
    North Germanic
  7. Languages
    English, Norwegian, Chernorussian
  8. Family
    Frank Westby (Father), Sarah Westby (Mother), Jack Westby (Brother),
  9. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
    Masculine
  4. Hair
    Black/Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
    Dark-Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Elongated X shaped scar almost going from his left chin to left cheekbone, A long and brutally cut linear scar over his left eye.
  8. Equipment
    A small book with his brothers' last written notes, A small pouch with an assortment of weird pills(Effects only known to John), A small black book with a blood-drawn X in the middle of it.
  9. Occupation
    Hunter/ Merc

Background

John was an ordinary boy, born into a not so ordinary family consisting of both hunters and military personnel, even as a young boy his father wanted to teach him the ways of war, but John could never grasp his father's point of view of why you should go to war or what the fun of fighting is.
John grew up as any other child would, going to school and making friends, but when he was at home it was nothing but ordinary, his father would force him to read books about war and war tactics.
John never enjoyed the time he spent with his father or his books, instead he loved hanging out with his brother camping in the woods whenever they could.
The years went by and his father continued forcing his beliefs and ethics on John until he'd had enough, at the age of 16 John outright told his father how much he hated everything he'd been taught and how much he detested his own father.
Not knowing how to cope John's father threw him out of the house and told him to find his own way of living, John's brother hearing this was outraged at their father, he told John to wait outside for a little bit.
A few minutes pass and his brother returns with all his camping equipment and two rifles and said; "Here John, take this and start walking to our usual spot, I will catch up to you in a few minutes."
John not quiet understanding the intentions of his brother nodded and started walking with some of the equipment and his own rifle towards the camping spot, a few minutes after John reached the camping grounds his brother arrived short of breath; "Hah, alright, now we do not have to worry about father anymore, he's been taken care of.", not knowing what John meant with that he started unpacking.

A few years had passed since then, and John had gotten even more familiar with the woods they used to camp in, feeling quiet bored about being on the same hunting grounds for too long John asked his brother if they should pack up and find someplace else, taking a few minutes to discuss this they both came to an agreement, they'll find a map and pick a country at random for which to travel to.
The country chosen, became Chernarus, packing up all they owned they got their tickets to board a plane flying to Chernarus the next day.
Touching down in the war-torn parts of South Zagorio they did not feel all that welcome, but were welcomed none the less and asked for why they're there, giving the short answer that they had come here looking to somewhat start a new life in a different land.

6 years time skip.

Having had a hard time integrating into a new Society for John, he tended to stay at home in their tiny shack far out in the woods, his brother Jack however had learned a decent amount of Chernorussian allowing him to go into the cities to purchase ammunition and other necessities needed to survive.
Jack always tried to teach John how to speak Chernorussian, but it did not always stick enough for John to remember what he had learned the previous day.
On a nice and sunny day whilst Jack had gone to the cities to acquire some much needed supplies like Water purification tables and some more ammunition, knowing Jack would take his time getting back John decided to sit out on their tiny porch enjoying steak for breakfast, having enjoyed his breakfast John decided to read a little book to pass the time.
Hearing some rustling in the bushes nearby John dropped the book and grabbed his rifle thinking it could either be a deer or a wolf, with the rustling getting louder John was pretty sure it would be a predator by the heavy thudding he could now hear, but out of the bushes came something he did not expect....... A lady covered in blood and a part of her left bicep missing.
John sprang up from his seat slightly lowering his rifle; "M'am, are you allright, do yo......" Thinking real fast John realized that this woman was from Chernarus and decided to try speaking Chernorussian.
"You allright, is medical aid needed?", sounding pretty broken by the fact that he had no idea what was going on, or what this woman was doing, as John spoke the woman just kept moving towards him, almost as if she was limping or shambling as you can call it by dragging one of her legs behind her.
As the woman got closer John realized that something was very wrong, the woman did not respond at all and had the look of death on her face, John decided to shoulder his rifle and uttered with a stern voice in Chernorussian; "If you come any closer I will shoot you!".

With no reaction to what John said he thought to himself: "If this woman is on drugs and I shoot her it will not be good for us", having finished his thoughts he saw how close she had now gotten and he decided to pull the trigger, with a loud bang, blood, bone and brain-matter could be seen flying through the air as the woman fell to the ground.
"Man, Jack is not gonna like this when he get's home!" John thought to himself, a few moments later Jack could be heard screaming "GET INSIDE AND CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR, GET INSIDE NOW!".
Hearing Jack screaming John turned towards where he heard the voice originating from and could see Jack running for his life with what looked to be angry men running after him, John bolted inside the hut reloading his rifle and standing by the door; "GET IN JACK, HURRY!", with Jack making it to the hut and jumping inside John slams the door shuts and blocks it from opening.
Suddenly the men could be heard hammering at the door and making some really guttural noises; "John, these men are NOT alive, we need to deal with them and fast, more might be coming!".
Doing their best to end these men they grabbed all that was needed and went to town on them, it did not take long until they were all laying on the porch lifeless.
"John, I do not know what these things are but I have been bitten, we must take all what we need and leave this place right now before more show up, we need to head deeper into the woods where we cannot be found!", not wasting any time John grabbed his bag and started filling it with much needed supply should they survive in the woods with no shelter.
About 3 hours had passed since then and they had gotten far away, but Jack had started feeling very ill and slowing down considerably the last hour; "John...... leave me....... I'm just..... slowing you down...."; "No Jack, we're gonna get you back on your feet and keep moving, we cannot stop yet!".
Not being able to move at a fast pace they'd only gotten a few kilometers during the last 6 hours and it had started getting dark, they decided to sit down and rest for a little bit before moving on; "How're you feeling Jack?"; "Not...That..Good..John........*he takes a deep breath*......It..feels li...like I'm...dying......."; "Here Jack, take some more painkillers, that should help the pain a bit.", Jack musters up his strenght and says; "John, I want you to end me, shoot me, the pain is too great and I can feel my mind slipping!"

 

 

 

 

Finally finding his target he sets the trigger and finishes the pull, but something does not seem right.
Just as John fired his rifle, two shots could be heard ringing out. Having been distracted by the second shot he stayed prone for a while looking at the dead deer.
With no visible movement for a few minutes John slowly gets up and walk towards the deer, not a few seconds later someone yells out "HEY, THAT'S MY DEER, BACK OF!", not knowing how to respond John lashed back out at the stranger: "I SAW IT FIRST, AND I SHOT FIRST SO BACK OF!".
Not knowing what the stranger would do he cycled the bolt and chambered a new round, slowly shouldering his rifle John made it clear that it could be a fight to the death.

What happens next, is unknown.......


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