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Server time (UTC): 2019-11-15, 03:48
Deer Isle Purge
ONGOING | 2019-11-15 00:01:00 (server time) | Ends in 17 hours, 11 minutes | Deer Isle Server | PvP
Quentin Spurlock
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1999-06-11 (20 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Kamyshovo, Chernarus
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    70 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    long, shoulder length. Dirty blonde
  5. Eyes
    Hzel [blue, green]
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Scar above left eyebrow and on chin - incredibly agile
  8. Occupation


Before the apocalypse, my Uncle was a Cryptologic Network Warfare Specialist.
He was in charge of initial cryptologic digital analysis to establish target
identification and operational patterns; identifies, reports, and maintains
Intelligence information. While he was commissioned in the Chernarus Defense Force,
He learned skills and knowledge and remained what the force
needed to stay organized, operational and dangerous. I grew up in Kamyshovo
with my uncle and aunt after my parents died after a hiking trip went wrong.
When I was young I taught myself how to read and write, and with the help of
a man passing through, I learned algebra, geometry, and calculus within the
span of 10 months. After going from a military police officer, to a field soldier,
to a luitenent, my uncle ended up behind a computer screen. With matters of national
security at his fingertips. I stayed enjoying myself, going camping, and hanging out with a man who was in
charge of the entire armys artillery. I became very familiar with every single
gun that came in and out of Chernarus, I could make one from scratch, take one
apart and put back together, and I knew all secret locations where weapons were
stored. After the outbreak I went to a secret underground hanger in the outskirts
of Chernarus to the North East. I had took a mountain backpack, m4a1 with 4 coupled
STANAG mags and an entire ammo box full of 5.56mm Rounds and 45. ACP Rounds for a
secondary 1911 with a flashlight and 2 mags. The rest of my space was occupied with tactical bacon and full canteens. I survived in the woods for 6 months,
living off of meat of other animals after all of my bacon was gone. I had not ever emptied an entire mag before, I had plenty of ammo and only shot my gun
whenever I had to kill game. I was doing good till I was encountered by a group of clown masked bandits who stole everything, I re-geared in all black with
a black motorcycle helmet and camoed Mosin. I now oversee the town of Elektrozavodsk and kill anyone who is worthy of my live rounds. I help those worthy of it,
and give food, tools and ammo. They fear me, but know that if they are good people. They will stay protected under my watch.


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