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Colton Locke
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Focused, Skeptical
  3. Morale
    Losing Hope
  4. Date of birth
    1978-02-18 (45 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Parents: Sam Locke, Jessica Locke | Status: Unknown | Siblings: Cameron Locke, Josh Locke, Samantha Locke | Status: Unknown
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short, Black
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    No unique identifiable markings
  8. Occupation
    Former United States Marine Corps F/A-18 Aviator
  9. Affiliation
  10. Role


The Past

I'll spare you all the sappy details of how I grew up, all you need to know is I had a pretty good childhood. Mom and Pop, along with my brothers and sisters were always there to support me throughout my endeavors throughout my lifetime and I don't think I'll ever be able to repay them for the generosity they had, I know a lot of people ain't had that same kind of life. Schooling was kind of a drab, I was smart enough for it just, really needed something different to offset the bland, if you know what I mean. One thing led to another and here I am, thousands of feet in the sky, flying some of the fastest machines known to man. That damn recruiter sure knew what he was talking about. Been flying CAS missions all around Iraq and Afghanistan for years now, and I tell you, being up here among the clouds, it'll sure as shit change your perspective on the world fast. Pure bliss, quite literally on cloud nine. Not to mention the friends you make along the way. I've had the pleasure of meeting some really down to earth guys and gals, whether they're up in the air alongside me or some of the ground folk. Now this will all make sense here soon, if you've decided to read this far into my ramblings. I met Roy at a bar just outside of my station, seemed some of the ground boys got reassigned and we had the pleasure of having a lot of the top tier ground guys come by. It's been a hell of a few nights getting hammered beyond belief, hearing stories about the other side of things. Really makes me happy sometimes that I'm up in the air, but don't get me wrong, I'd switch places with any of these guys in a heartbeat knowing their pain and suffering. Roy and some of the other guys seem to have decided to stay for a while, apparently they like it here. 



The Present

Well, a whole hell of a lots happened since I last wrote. The world is in some kind of mass panic over some virus right now. Doesn't seem to have affected us as bad as everyone else I guess, even though we aren't getting much information from our own damn government so, who the hell knows at this point. We've been told to go and see our families for a week, cause after that we may have to end up going anywhere. Those were the exact words, "anywhere". I guess I'm going to go see my Mom and Pop one last time, try and get in contact with the other shitheads and see if they're alright too, maybe get them to come down here as well, just so everyone is in the same place. Roy was talking to a couple of us about him needing to get out to, son of a bitch what was the name again, Nyheim? Something about getting out to his parents farm, hell I had no idea he was born in Norway, you would've never guessed by the way he talked. Guess he did have some different features and what not but still, would've never guessed. Apparently he's got a lot more information than the rest of us, air travel seems to be restricted but I guess I'd do anything for these guys. Not an extremely long flight, and he knows an old airstrip that's pretty out the way to avoid any trouble. Might have to get the old plane out, he's sure as hell helped me, I reckon I can do this one thing for him. Off to Nyheim. 



The Future

*the entry seems to be mostly covered in blood, rendering most of it unreadable besides a line or two*

I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life, I don't know where the hell Roy went, but it's bad here. I mean real bad. I don't know what just chased us but it was a mistake coming here. I highly doubt anyone is alive here, and most of our gear was destroyed. I've got to FIND ROY

*right after the final sentence, it appears something was trying to be written, but was abruptly interrupted* 








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