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Veronica Dwyer
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1970-06-20 (47 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Chicago, Illinois
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Spanish
  9. Relationship
    Randal Dwyer (Deceased)
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    58 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    - Left eye is completely missing, covered by a standard medical eye patch.
  8. Equipment
    - Sterile medical syringes, accompanied by different vials of narcotics.
  9. Occupation
    Pharmaceutical Scientist
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


   Veronica Dwyer was brought up in the North side of Chicago, Illinois. As a child she was tossed back and forth throughout foster care, due to the imprisonment of both of her parents. Education grew very important to V, inspiring her to develop into something besides just another heroin addict in the mid west. Veronica always had the strangest obsession with studying narcotics, and the various effects that had on the human mind. When she had graduated public school, and with the cycling of different families that she lived with, Veronica had been granted an opportunity to attend courses at Midwestern University, under the major of chemistry. Veronica had began taking her thoughts into the factory floor, conversing with several other professors and students who had similar thoughts as hers. Six years later, Veronica had made a name for herself within the university --- labs from across the state had been notified of her success and workmanship. At the age of twenty-nine, Veronica had been registered and licensed as a Pharmaceutical Scientist. Her career consisted of experimenting with different narcotics, taking in the data of how these drugs effected human brains, and working on new medication to mass produce within the country.


   Around twelve years into Veronica's career, she found that her passion for the study of these once fascinating drugs was now dead. In between these transitions she had been married, and even that was falling apart. She had no progress, only fellow co-workers telling her that the resources she needed to develop new narcotics was simply illegal, and that it wouldn't be possible to import such things. V had given up on her six digit salary, and abandoned it for back alley dealing. Reselling muscle relaxers would only pay so many bills, so Veronica had brought it upon herself to get involved with the internet's notorious black market trade. With information coming in and out of her ears, Veronica had began secretly exporting illegal-for-use narcotics, not only out of the state, but out of the country. This business had much more revenue than a simple pharmacy back in Chicago Heights.


   Standing tall at forty-seven, Veronica had created a fortune off of the shipment of illegal narcotics. With this wealth came a risk, she had more than just the eyes of customers on her, she had the federal government watching her business moves, live and in action. The risk grew too high, and like many infamous internet criminals, Veronica fled the country. She left behind her home, her husband, and her career. Russia was a place of asylum, and Veronica took advantage of this. Her life turned around when her flight landed in the capitol of Russia --- Moscow. With her movements being watched, she was put on a list with many like-minded individuals, even some people who had the nerve to sell body parts on the internet. Around mid January, she had found herself in a deep situation with a big hancho she had went back and forth with via the dark web. During her stay at the International Hotel, based in Moscow, two associates of said hancho were sent to snatch out her eye. With their success, they retrieved the symbol of power (Veronica's eyeball), and left her to bleed and scream inside of the foreign shelter. Far too much attention was being brought towards Veronica's way, and her only way to exit the spotlight was to get off the grid.


   Veronica had fled, a second time, to a subpart of Russia, Chernarus. Along the border, she had crossed illegally with a Ural filled with cases of cash. She converted all of her currency into physical change in order to stay off the radar, and remain completely blind from the databases of the world. Adapting to the new setting of an agriculture based country was different --- along with the pressure of now having one working eye. The wasteland began, and gave her a blessing in disguise. With the new found anarchy that came with the apocalypse, Veronica was now completely left alone from the outsiders who wished to finish her off. Aside from the walking dead, which freaked her out more than anything, she had established a good idea of what this new life would consist of. Veronica would put her knowledge to the test, using whatever mixture of anything she could get her hands on to defend herself from anyone that attempted to create a hash between her.




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Total deaths: 0

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