Wendigo Syndrome sounds neat, in my opinion anyways.

Looks: Tattoo of a Hawk on his left arm. A couple of small moles located near his right cheek. Personality: Hot headed/rational/quick to react/carried away/can be selfish at times Allies: Trusted: Enemies: I have always been apart of a family feud, half of the family on one side and vice versa. Not good for me of course, would never get to spend time with my dad or my mom, they were always fighting with each others in-laws. Over what? A fucking business. Car sales to be exact. Always been a shady business really... Salesman always trying to get the best deals for themselves and not taking the customers best wishes to heart, this would lead to customers becoming frustrated and feeling like they couldn't buy a car without getting ripped off. What a joke it was. That's why I had a dream of taking upon myself to be the person to stop this kind of mentality and somehow get the family on board without there being another fucking argument. Through school, there was still no change between my mom and dad. They were practically trying to ruin each others lives while sleeping under the same roof. I had to push through it of course, I would try my best to get the grades I needed to become the car salesman that everyone wanted. Doing this was difficult, my dad was a fucking drunken mess and my mom was just... well, my mom. A fucking psycho. Eventually I pushed through it, my friend Dan helped with that, I would stay round his to escape the torment that I would endure while staying in that fucking household. He thankfully understood what I was going through and gave me the support I needed. I got through high school with the grades I needed to become the car salesman I so desperately wanted to be! I told my parents of my success at school, they weren't really that bothered to be honest. A few years later and I'm well into my twenties working for the firm that deals with cars and vehicles alike. It's owned and ran by my family and has been for generations, this is where the trouble with my family came from. Customers were complaining that the deals they were being given for insurance and the prices of the cars, they demanded better deals but my dad just didn't provide them with one. Now that I'm working for the firm, it's my job to sort out the mess that my family left behind them. Overall, the business was doing great, customers were asking for me when they came to the dealership. I gave them the best deal and they left with a smile on their face. Other people however, the ones that wanted things for free would get a totally different experience. You see, if someone is being stubborn, you have to assert your dominance over the situation and make them bend the knee, getting in their face and forcing a deal is the best sort of action and I guess it could be considered a life skill. So now I'm into my thirties and the business is doing very well, so well infact I was brought the the attention of a business opportunity in a different country, this country was Chernarus. You see car sales weren't doing as well over there as they were in the states. To bring new cars to the country would mean a larger market for the family business which means more profit I suppose. For all we know, it looks like a good investment. The time came for me to fly over to the country in question, I packed my bags and made way for the airport, I didn't get a single goodbye from my family, I guess it was to do with the fighting and all that shit. On the 3rd of June 2017, I landed in Chernarus and it was nothing that I expected it to be. It was nice for the most parts, as for most if not all countries there's going to be some shit areas here and there but for the most part it was nice. I was shown around by a guide, he showed me the potential places to conduct a business, garages to be exact but it would take months to set up something like this, the waiting for cars to arrive and stock as well as finding the potential customers and the fucking refurbs that had to be done to the garage itself, lets be honest, most of them were shit holes. I guess I was staying in a hotel for a couple of months now, I can't remember the name of the fucking place either, it's in the native language as well so I'm fucked...

Loved every second of it, thanks for the RP

W.I.P (This is a half arsed way of saying I haven't written a story yet, sorry)

Lit interview my dude.

The F2 key is always a viable option if you don't want to get into a firefight yano? Ye sure, you're gonna lose a bit of gear but think about that dank RP you can get out of it.

Interesting, very interesting. I like.

Some cool suggestions. I rate. +1

This is nice, would like to see more.

Sounds interesting, yet there is the yearly awards so I guess there is no need for this to be a thing.