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Edwardou

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"I have an intelligence of six. I know what I’m doing."

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  1. Edwardou

    Shopping List [OPEN FREQ]

    **Trent hops on the frequency after idly switching between channels** "If you need to trade, come down to Mogilevka, The Market may have what you need. And I can hook you up with some aviators aswell, same place." "Dunno if we have the mask though mate." **He releases the PTT and gets to popping the lid on a can of beans**
  2. ==Small Beginnings== Trenten was born in Croydon Day hospital, 1999. Living in a small council flat with his single mother and two sisters. Life was somewhat rough, dealing with near poverty and high crime in the area he lived in, though he stayed adamant not to fall into the trap of delinquency or crime. He was intelligent, and powered through education with the goal of bettering his life, and the lives of those he loves, branching his studies out into Food Tech, then the sciences for his GCSE's. He didn't get top marks, but it was enough to secure himself a place in college, where he studied veterinary nursing, and later took an apprenticeship in Veterinary Medicine at a nearby Veterinary Clinic. Things were starting to look up. ==The Alleyway== Making his way home from a night at the local weatherspoons with his friends. Trenten was assaulted in an alleyway by two boys, most likely in the same predicament he previously was in as a child. Not much younger than himself, and demanded his valuables. He refused at first, foolishly, his only thought being that what he carried at the time, getting to big for his boots, and was subsequently stabbed twice in the stomach, and one in the back of his thigh as he turned to run. Being discovered and taken to hospital, he began his arduous recovery. Recovery means inaction, resting, Ten eventually fell into a depressive state after his injury, being released from his apprenticeship after not showing up for days on end, and laying in bed often for weeks at a time, developing Deep Vein Thrombosis in his leg and losing significant weight from not eating, the blood clot formed in his leg turned to Arterial embolism, and that to Limb Infarction and necrosis. Leaving him with chronic pain and a constant slight limp. ==The Angel== After recovering, mostly, from his injury, Ten forced himself to return to education, this time taking the more academic approach and registering with his old college once more to gain a degree in veterinary medicine. During his studies, he had made fast friends with Běla Kittlová, a Chernorussian student who has immigrated to England at a young age with her family to further her education, their friendship eventually turning into romance. Trenten's view on live completely changed, and he seemingly got better, he paid more attention to his studies, he went out more, and he had found something to keep living for. ==No goodbyes.== His relationship with Běla went on for a year or two, he was infatuated with her, and she loved him back just as much. Before one day, she disappeared, without a word. Ten suspected her overbearing father, who most likely pulled her away from him and back to their home country, and after prying with friends and distant family, he confirmed his suspicions, and in a period of romantic and heroic daydreaming, decided to give chase to their home address. Armed with nothing but a rucksack of travelling supplies and spare clothes, what meagre funds he had left in his bank converted to roubles, and a desire to see his love once more, departed for chernarus. His plan soon fell apart, however. He arrived during the beginnings of conflict. Something about the military closing off borders and people consuming one another's flesh, he hurried to his lover's home. ==The Body== Trenten, upon reaching Běla's home. Spent hours outside, calling to her, asking her to speak to him. And as time passed, he grew anxious, and thing's looking worse by the minute, including the news. He forced his way into her home, and was horrified by what he saw. First it was the smell, then it was Běla's parents, dead, on the couch in front of the television. Having taken their lives together, using Běla's father's gun by the looks of it, which still sits in his limp hand. Pushing further, Ten moved upstairs to the sound of shambling and items being knocked over, which is where he found Běla, a shambling corpse locked in her room. Trenten was assaulted by his late love, tumbling down the stairs with her. The two tussled on the floor for a few seconds, Trenten struggling to keep Běla's jaws away from his neck. Reaching out, he took ahold of the father's Makarov, and shot Běla through the eye, her now lifeless corpse collapsing ontop of him. After a few hours of lying under his love, moving between fits of hysteria and sobbing. He crawled out from under her and out of the house, stumbling into the street and away.
  3. Edwardou

    Coloured military gear?

    I don't entirely agree with the super brightly colored ones, some of them don't really seem like something a shop would stock. But I have absolutely no problem with stuff like the white blue or red ones! People are getting to eggy over a jacket. If my pullover had a full zip, it'd look extremely similar to a retextured Gorka jacket. Jackets exist in the same style as military ones because it's a design that works! Besides. 3d modelling seems like a difficult thing, especially when you have to put it on something that moves around I bet! Tl:dr - It's a jacket, chill. Theres nothing that says companies can't use designs similar to a military jacket, but have their target buyers be civillians! Fashion is a broad brush and it exists because we strive to differentiate ourselves as human beings and find our own style.
  4. **Lincoln leans back in a lawn chair, looking out off of the wooden platform he's lounging on. Sipping a bottle of water. He uses his other hand to click the radio laid haphazardly across his stomach.** "I'd definitely like to meet up with you at some point, mate. Just let me know where or when, and I'd wager that us at Redwood radio would love to meet you and perhaps we can exchange stories?" **He releases the PTT, turning up the cassette player on the floor next to him and listens.**
  5. **Toying with radio frequencies on top of a tower. Lincoln picks up the signal. He sits and listens, waiting a moment to reply as he considers the broadcast, before pressing the PTT** "Hey, bud. What you're doing is pretty ballsy. But you want to make the world better, and I can get behind that. Research into something like radiation is something I never thought of, but with such a fuckin' hotspot of the stuff essentially next door, I can see how that's a problem. Long story short, I'd be happy to help. What else do you need, pal?" **Lincoln puts the radio aside, on, listening for a reply.**
  6. **Lincoln stops his hike for a moment to sit on a rock, getting some recent reception, he listens to the radio.** "I'm an engineer. I can help you out if you want. Dunno what you still need done, though. Gimme a shout if you need anything, I'll be listening in for a while" **He releases the push-to-talk, fishing an apple out of his bag to enjoy as he looks at the view.**
  7. **Lincoln, walking through the woods, also picks up his radio.** "Hey bud. If what you're saying is true, I'm always happy to help. Spent too long sitting on my arse whilst other people got hurt because I was too much of a pussy. Find me, and I'll help you out." **He releases the button on his radio, looking at it for a while as he walked, before clipping it back to his rucksack strap.**
  8. Edwardou

    Double Stamina.

    Yes, yes, please yes. Stamina right now is kind of crappy, and whilst I think we all agree that we don't want people running around with a storage unit on their back, the amount of stamina you lose picking up trivial things in the game right now is real shitty. Would love more stamina but not unlimited stamina, +1 from me.
  9. **Lincoln picks up his radio, swigging from his water bottle to clear his throat. Speaking into the radio.** "Hey Doc. Lincoln here, I can only go so far telling people to drink lots of water and stay clean, I'm an engineer so my medical expertise doesn't go very far, I'd definitely like to take you up on that offer, more chances to save a life isn't something to pass up." **Lincoln sits back against a tree, awaiting a response.**
  10. **Lincoln sits down against a tree in his small, yet cozy, campsite with a friend. He fishes the radio out from his bag and turns it on, pressing down the PTT, his Aussie accent travelling across the airwaves** "Well, Summer is here folks. Things are getting hotter, the dead are getting smellier, you'll be getting sweatier." **He chuckles, shrugging to his mate before speaking again.** "Haven't done this kind of thing before, but I felt like being helpful, there are good yet naive people out there. Makes sure to stay clean, wash when you can with soap and water, I know that it's diffucult sometimes but you'll thank me for not getting heat rash, or worse, chafing in places you don't want. Drink lots of water too, heat stroke can sometimes sneak up on you and that's real dangerous these days. Oh and please wear lighter clothing, I had to swap out my jacket for a t-shirt, and you lot should do something similar, at least just stash it in your backpack for when it gets a little overcast." "Long story short, look after yourself. Don't let greed or ignorance kill you, I'd rather carry a bottle of water over a magazine. You can get material things back over time, but you can't come back from the dead. Lincoln out, be safe." **He releases the PTT button, putting the radio aside incase anyone replied, taking a swig of water himself and scratching his neck.** "God I hate summer.."
  11. Edwardou

    To the camp near Tisy (Open Frequency)

    *Lincoln shrugs off his backpack, sitting in the room of the house he's holed up in on the bed after pushing a chest of drawers against the door, his Australian tone coming through a little crackly, though a not-so-pristine radio.* "Doctor Hope, or anyone else who worked in the camp, or at least stayed there for a time. My name is Lincoln, I arrived just a day before the attack. I had gone out for a walk to try and get back on my feet after you treated my gunshot wound.. but when I got back everyone was gone.. something happened, I don't know. I just want you to know that I'm.. mostly back on my feet, though I haven't been able to take the antibiotics like you prescribed, gets kind of hard when all the medical supplies are in the camp. I know it is alot to ask.. but I cannot find Cenek, my friend that aided you when we arrived, I know he's out there looking for you." *He lies down on the bed after a swig of his water bottle, placing a hand over the sore spot on his abdomen with a wheeze, before continuing.* "I'm digressing here. Long story short, I want to live AND I want to help. Both of those involves me getting back to you all. Not only that but my friend is hot on your trail and it's how I'm going to get back to him, please, if we're able to meet, tell me. I'm still close by, just not sure for how long. *A cough*" *He sets the radio aside on the bed-side table to listen for a response, laying back and closing his eyes, using his sleeve to wipe sweat away from his brow*
  12. Lincoln grew up in Perth, Australia with a single mother. Leaving school at 15, he took an apprenticeship at a car garage to earn money whilst gaining practical skills. Reaching 25 and drifting from job to job, having been currently unemployed for just over a year, Lincoln landed himself a job working off of the coast of Chernarus on an oil rig where he stayed for a few months a year before flying back home on paid holiday. One year, whilst travelling home, he was stopped upon exiting the vessel used to ferry workers from the harbor in Chernogorsk to the oil rig and was escorted by a group of soldiers to a camp near Balota airfield for screening. During screening, the camp was eventually overrun, and Lincoln was separated from the group. Fearing for his life, Lincoln shut himself into a shipping container to prevent himself from being overrun, but had now trapped himself inside. After what had seemed like hours, he was eventually rescued by Cpl. Cenek Jahod of the Chernorussian Defence Force, where the two made their way out of the desolated campsite and on to reconvene with anyone that may have survived the incident. Since then, Cenek and Lincoln have been staying in a relatively safe camp in the woods, but dwindling supplies has forced them to move on, and perhaps look for a group to settle in with.
  13. Vasilev Podorov was born in Elektrozavodsk during the height of the Soviet era. His family lived in an industrial area, and worked mundane jobs in the nearby factories. Vaslev himself began working as a railway engineer, working in many places in Chernarussia and Takistan. He was a rather solitary man after his wife passed away during a harsh winter due to pneumonia. Whilst working in Takistan in 2010, an IED placed near the railways exploded, killing several of his engineer friends, and injuring him, leaving with a slight limp. Once the virus began to spread, he had already returned to Chernarussia, living in a small house near Polana.
  14. **Lincoln busts through the doorway of an old home, shutting it behind him as he sighs, sliding down the door into a sitting position, listening to the moans of the undead as they pass down the road, he fiddles for his radio, turning the volume down** "Katya, or... Kir, whichever one of you is still listening. I'm still looking, I'm being optimisic here, I came to the safe haven too late, and missed you by what could only be an hour or so. Kir said something about meeting, or speaking on another frequency? Well I'm going to be listening to both of these for a while. I'm taking a gamble looking for you guys, but I think you're serious about being good people." **He sighs, taking a swig from his canteen and dropping the empty metal vessel to the floor, peeking out of the window, bringing the radio to his mouth as he speaks into it once more, watching the undead pass by, the moans can be heard through the radio.** "I'm running out of options here..." **He looks down to the CR75 tucked into his vest, placing a hand on it as he sinks back into a sitting position against the wall, closing his eyes.**
  15. **Lincoln climbs to the top of the radio tower, zipping up his jacket as he reaches the top, shiveringm, he pulls the radio from his bag strap, bringing it to his mouth, he pauses for a moment, thinking to himself.** 'Hey.. could probably could see the sunrise from here.' **He then presses down the PTT button.** "This is Lincoln Archers, theres nothing here. Place is a ghost town, I guess you guys just up and left. Whatever, it was worth a shot. I may hang around to see if I'm wrong, I hope I'm not. But I think I am. Anyway, I'm going to move, if bandits /are/ coming, I don't want to be up this tower." **He releases the PTT, beginning to climb down.**
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