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Tony Merlock
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1995-11-26 (23 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    United States
  6. Nationality
    United States
  7. Ethnicity
    Ethnic Hungarian
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    All dead
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    170 cm
  2. Weight
    54 kg
  3. Build
    Light Muscle
  4. Hair
    Light Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Evil
  7. Features
    messy hair, scar on throat
  8. Equipment
    hoodie, jeans, and some good running shoes.
  9. Occupation
    Mercenary, Freelancer
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Tony Merlock is an self proclaimed adventurer that decided to leave western society in search of a more action packed life, he needed more money and regular work didn't pay enough to keep him afloat, he wasn't skilled enough to go to college, and not strong enough to do manual labor his whole life, so he decided to go to Takistan and become a mercenary for hire, he'd usually do odd jobs for people in various towns, but one day he encountered the wrong man. Tony Merlock had always loved dry Takistan with its vast, hushed hills. It was a place where he felt alive. He was a slightly drunk, vodka drinker with fast fingers and an even faster tongue. His friends saw him as a defiant, depressed do gooder. Once, he had even helped a sour old woman cross the road. That's the sort of man he was. Tony walked over to the window and reflected on his hot surroundings. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Dent. James was a selfish psychopath that lived in the area around Rasman. Tony gulped. He was not prepared for James. As Tony stepped outside and James came closer, he could see the glint in his eye. "Look Tony," growled James, with a callous glare that reminded Tony of selfish donkeys. "I hate you and I want money. You owe me 8682 Ruble." Tony looked back, even more lonely and with his hand on his pistol. "Tony, I need that money, you owe me," James said. They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two determined, dogs walking into a very charming business meeting, which had slav hard bass music playing in the background. Suddenly, James lunged forward and tried to punch Tony in the face. Quickly, Tony grabbed his pistol and brought it down on James's skull. James's trembled and wobbled from surprise. He looked angry, his wallet was full with a stack of cash. Then in what seemed like a second, he collapsed onto the ground. Moments later James Dent was dead, he was shot in the head, Tony went back inside and made himself a nice shot of vodka, bought a plane ticket at the nearby airfield and flew off to Chernarus, the rest is history.
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