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Pattrice Evans
Character information
  1. Alias
    Mort
  2. Mental
    Prepared
  3. Morale
    High
  4. Date of birth
    1989-12-30 (29 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Africa
  6. Nationality
    French
  7. Ethnicity
    Black
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    Single
  10. Religion
    Rasta

Description

  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    85 kg
  3. Build
    Athletic
  4. Hair
    short Black
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    - Passionate
    - Caring
    - Calm
  8. Equipment
    Mp3 Player
    Spork
  9. Occupation
    Mortician
  10. Role
    Advisor

Background

BACKGROUND

I was born in East Africa (Somalia), during the war in Mogadishu, I remember the sound of the Black Hawks making thier way across the beach,it wasnt an environment where I could develop into the man my parents wanted me to become.My Father was a farmer the rebels what often haras him for food to supply them with enough to feed tier army so weponds became a familiar sight which I became used to. My parents immediately moved me to Aigues-Mortes - in the French countryside.The journey from my home to France took more than a year but I learned alot and met many people from different parts of the globe and it was easy to make the change as Somalia was the last place I wanted to be.

It was easy making new friends and mixing with the local culture and i soon felt like a native.

Mortality was also a big issue as I was growing up in Mogadishu and it led me into the field as a Mortician. The details of my proffession could have never prepaired me for the reality of what was to come...

EVENTS

When news broke of the outbreak in Chernarus I was attending a global health convension in Russia, I was immediately flown to Chernarus along with scientists and other proffecianals to assist with containing the outbreak. I'd heard about the mortality rate of soviet air lines but I put it to the back of my mind, mid flight I was woken up by screaming and a roaring sound coming from the left wing,Panic spread along the iles like an epidemic. The pilot spoke in a calm tone in a russian dialect as the flight attendants began thier crash safety routine. I new we were over the sea but as we hurtled to the ground I could see the flames bruning through the passenger window so bright they gave me no idea how long It would be before impact.

I woke up on the beach being pecked at by a seagul, there was a dead silence but I could tell I was not alone in Chernarus

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