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Darkmos

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  • Birthday 08/19/94

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  1. Owen Mayfield

    Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, Owen grew up in a poor family. Even though his father, Tom Mayfield, owned an Auto Repair Shop in South Boston business was rough. The revenue the shop was making should be enough for a normal sized family, it wasn't for the Mayfields though. The family was quite large, Owen had 2 brothers and 4 sisters. Owen was the oldest son and Grace the oldest daughter. Due the size of the large family, Ma was forced to stay home and take care of everyone. Tactfully she employed all her sons and daughters to help around the house. There were strict rules around the house; everyone had their own chores. Ma wanted to make sure everyone stayed on the right path; no swearing around the house, you clean up your own mess and no fighting. The system was working, the family looked out for each other no matter what the cost. Owen, his brothers and sisters all managed to get to school. Granted they lacked most supplies a normal kid would have, but they made due with what they had. At school Owen and Grace looked out for the younger brothers and sisters, if they got bullied in any way, they would step up. Owen and Grace build up a reputation as the Mayfields fighting duo. Eventually no one dared to step up against anyone who had the last name Mayfield. Everything was going well until they both graduated. Owen and Grace would still hang around the school, but not often enough to protect their younger brothers and sisters. After Owen and Grace graduated from high school they were both employed by their father Tom in the Auto Repair Shop. In the shop they handled the simple jobs like sweeping floors and such. They would earn a few bucks a hour, just enough to get by every week. Most kids around their age would spend it on stupid stuff like candy, clothes or plain stuff you don't need. This wasn't the case for Owen and Grace, they were smart about it, saved up most the cash and invest it to earn more. They invested it in drugs, not to use the drugs but to sell them for a profit to others. This was one of the turning points in their lives that would ruin Owen's life. He just didn't know it yet. Owen and Grace got the nickname Runner over time. Usually when they would try and sell the drugs, they ended up getting the cops after them. Running through the streets trying to shake the cops, using back-alleys, climbing fences. Any shortcut in town was used, Owen and Grace knew all of them. The sheer speed the running duo had was enough to shake the best cops in town. This speed also came in handy if a drug deal would go south, Owen and Grace might not have been strong but they used their speed to their advantage. Blow after blow were dealt already before the buyers could even raise their fists. Even with the money they would make from selling the various drugs, still wasn't enough to support Owen's younger brothers and sisters. The time spent dealing drugs meant that Owen and Grace couldn't protect the rest of the Mayfields in high school. Owen would buy school supplies and food which just ended up being stolen during school time. This forced Owen and Grace to find a different way of getting what they need. So they ended up stealing from general stores instead. Again, making use of their knowledge and sheer running speed to avoid the cops. These methods of getting what they need, worked out for a year or two. However, the worst was yet to come. With all this stealing, busting up bullies and dealing drugs naturally Owen and Grace made enemies. One night one of these enemies decided; enough is enough. A group were of youngsters were spotted near Owen's father his Auto Repair Shop. Equipped with baseball bats they smashed the joint up, took all the cash that was left in the register and set the place on fire. The next morning... Everything was gone, Owen's father fell on his knees and started crying. A man in shambles. Owen and Grace stood there for a good hour, deciding on their next move. Owen suddenly sprinted off, Grace shortly after followed leaving their father behind. After a half hour of running Owen stopped, swiped a tear from his cheek and picked up a piece of paper. On this piece of paper there was number, Owen took the piece of paper and ran to the nearest telephone cell. Grace already knowing who that number belonged to, nodded and threw a quarter in the machine. An angry Russian voice was heard and after a few minutes of talking Owen hang up the phone. The conversation Owen had was about a huge drug deal going down in Chernarus. This would pay for the rebuild of the Auto Repair Shop and more. A way forward. Full of hope the duo packed as light as possible. Only taking the essentials. They sneaked their way on the first boat that was heading to Chernarus. Once arrived, Owen and Grace quickly ran of the docks and hid in the nearest hangar. Once night had fallen their found their way out of the docks, unseen. They found a hotel and broke in the back entrance. Tired, confused and hungry they slept there until the morning. The next day was the day the deal would go down. The day everything would turn out for the worst. Still hungry, Owen and Grace found their way into the hotels kitchen, snatched a few cans of food and ran off. Once out of sight of the hotel they ate what they stole and looked each other in the eyes. They both nodded at the same time. Owen reached for his pockets and took out a piece of paper. On the piece of paper there were some scribbles, vaguely describing where the deal would go down. After a short run of fifteen minutes, Owen and Grace found themselves facing the buyers for the drug deal. Three strong looking men stood opposite of Owen and Grace. One of the men used a few English words he knew and asked for the drugs. Owen walked forward reaching out with the drugs in his hand. But before Owen could handover the drugs, a scrounged up monstrosity lunged out of nowhere and bit one of the other men in his neck. The other man flinched, pulled out his pistol and shot the monstrosity in its head. The guy who Owen was about to take the drugs, pulled out his pistol, shouted something in Russian and started shooting at Grace. Owen dropped the drugs, looked backwards and saw blood pouring from his sister's leg. Owen and Grace both took off as fast as they could, whilst hearing more growling behind them. Grace stumbling and Owen trying to help his sister move. Once they both reached the treeline nearby, Owen tripped and lost sight of his sister... A few months later, Owen woke up in the middle of the night. Sweating all over his body, he searches his pockets for two photos. Owen then flicks a match and a light fills up the small room Owen resided in. He takes a look at the two pictures he has in his hands. One of his family and one of his sister... A tear rolls down his left cheek.
  2. Liam Hatch

    'Some call me the Regulator, others call me the Dealer of Justice.. The rest don't even bother giving me a name. *Scoffs* Name's Liam Hatch... And I ain't no fucking saint' Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Liam Hatch was the second born of the family Hatch. His father Daniel was very traditional and strict, your typical; if you don't listen to me, there will be consequences type of dad. Often enough beating his two sons with whatever he could find close by. Seeing that Liam was the second born, he was the least favorite of the two. Liams brother Noah would try and stand up for his brother, but the father would just push him aside and continue the beating. The mother, Samantha Dans, would not dare to stop her husband. She was too afraid and felt powerless against the physique of Daniel. Living in through his rough childhood; both brothers would seek solace in different places. Noah would find it in the church, following the road towards Christianity. Liam however, chose the path of being a criminal. Liam would work his way up in the food chain, starting as the muscle in gangs and eventually becoming highly respected by the kingpins of the criminal world. The way Liam worked his way up, was different than most. The usual way of becoming respected in such groups would be by becoming known for your successes. Liam gained his respect by networking, talking to every single member individually, gaining their trust. He would always do favors for others and repay his debts on time; this way Liam would know everyone's background, their strengths and their weaknesses. To cover up for his criminal life; Liam would work as a freelancer in security for any company willing to hire him. This gave an alibi for Liam's absence. Daniel, being the traditional type he is, decided that Liam's way of progressing in the world wasn't good enough. He believed education and a better job than being security should be the way forward. A loving parent would sit his son down and have a constructive talk. Daniel thought differently, beating and shouting at your son is a better option. Liam had enough of his fathers abuse and decided to riot against him, picking up a wooden chair that was standing next to him and throwing it towards his father. Daniel saw this coming from a mile away, ducks and grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter. He then lunges forward, slicing into Liam stomach, leaving a nasty cut. Noah witnessing the brutality at hand, races to the cabinet where Daniel would keep his revolver. Noah opens the cabinet and tosses the gun to Liam. Liam catches it and fires three rounds. One in the head and two in his fathers chest. Shocked by this development, Samantha scurries away to the telephone and starts dialing 911. Full of adrenaline Liam puts the revolver in his jacket, grabs a the kitchen towel and holds it against his open wound. Liam then quickly looks around, noticing the situation hes in and dashes out of the house. Still bleeding and progressing what just happend, Liam runs across the street to one of his criminal friends house. Bashes open the door and screams for Kayleigh, a student nurse. Kayleigh picks up her medical supplies she had laying around and tries to patch up Liam's cut as best she could. With the lack of supplies and proper knowledge, she manages to barely close the wound and stitch it up. Liam being fully aware of the cops being called upon him, decided the lay low in his friends house for a few weeks. Barely sleeping and having flashbacks of what happend that day, Liam is looking for redemption for his actions. Troubled by what he has done, he remembers that Noah has the answer to all of this mess. Even though Liam never believed in a higher being, he needed answers. From that point forward Liam went to every church service on Sunday. Talking to his brother Noah, trying to figure out what to do next. Slowly starting to believe the words coming from Noah, Liam believed it was gods will to his actions he took against his father. Every single time Liam did something that someone else would consider evil, he would state his sins in the church. Following the road to Christianity, Liam would redeem his actions as the will of god. Staying low and trying to avoid the heat forever was no way of living. Considering his options, Liam realized that he still owed Ace and Ricky Phoenix a favor. The Phoenix brothers recently fled to country themselves to avoid the cops heat. Liam being the guy he is, always repays his debts. He jumped on the boat that departed after Ace and Ricky left. Leaving his brother Noah and his mother Samantha behind in America. After he arrived in Chernarus, he went about his own business the way he was used too. At first staying in the shadows and only speaking to the Phoenix brothers to retain any information about the country and its population. Who are the gangs around there, who is the scum around town and most importantly; what would be gods will. After the apocalypse hit, Liam lost sight of the Phoenix brothers. Being alone and having barely any knowledge of the people around him, Liam remained hidden. Scavenging supplies and spying on people was his life for a few months. Living this way Liam almost lost his mind. Not talking to anyone does that to a person. Looking for change, Liam bounced back to his former ways. The way he earned respect among his criminal friends. 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' - Sun Tzu. The way Liam would survive, become friends with everyone and decide what gods will would be.
  3. A Wild Dutch Guy Appears

    Een mede nederlander, Hoezee! Hope you get accepted and see you in the world of Chernarus. Welcome!
  4. Red Coat to Flat Cap [Frequency 89.5]

    The radio gets picked up, the PTT button gets pressed, an annoyed voice ensues. Funny joke, guess the friendly face I saw today gave me this radio for no reason. *loud coughing can be heard and a follow-up thud when the radio hits a table ends the conversation* Radio is left on
  5. Rummaging in his backpack, a radio has been found. With shaking hands a battery gets pushed into the radio. After setting the frequency to 89.5 the PTT is pushed. A slighty masked voice ensues. Hello? Is this thing on? Red Co... *three coughs can be heard, a whispering voice continues* Fuc.. I left my mask on. *A mask is being taken off, followed by a loud cough* Is that blood? Shit.. Red Coat to Flat Cap over! I found myself a battery for the radio. What now? The PTT button gets released but the radio is left on.
  6. Now I feel silly, thanks for pointing out the thread for me!
  7. I'm looking for some advice in RP when it comes to starting a new character. I know getting clothing, supplies and weaponry does not take long, but I have found myself getting into situations where I just start out and find interactions straight away. I always ask myself how I should respond when they greet me. I can hardly tell them I just spawned in and haven't gotten around looting the town seeing that is not RP. I often tell them I just woke up and my shit is gone (not in these words, but the concept is the same). More often than not I just hope I won't meet anyone until I have gotten a few pieces of clothing. My question to the community is this: What are your reactions when someone greets you and you have nothing but your pants and shirt the DayZ gods give you when you start out?
  8. I secretly hope find people in cinematic type of places. Good example is the Black Lake... That place is beautiful
  9. Greetings fellow traveler

    Thanks , got my whitelist all ready. I have seen names similar to mine many times. I've had this nickname since I was very young, back to my Wolfenstein Enemy Territory days
  10. I am the one who gets shot during this holdup. Because most people play with normal brightness / contrast settings EaZi (Tommy Rabbit) mistook my raised fists for me pulling out a gun. Most likely thinking it was a pistol of some sorts. I jumped onto Teamspeak and spoke to an admin to retrieve the name of who shot me. After I got the name, I looked on Teamspeak and saw a room with EaZi in. Went over and we cleared things up. What it all boils down to is that I accidentally hit the wrong button (raising my fists instead of raising my hands) and he gunned me down. I myself am not too fussed about losing my character, heck we even became friends. Both EaZi and his friend (counterhack?) seemed like cool dudes. We both laughed about the whole situation as well. I might even get to make a character and play with him on a other day. Also I spoke to an admin that this was resolved (cant remember his name.. sorry )
  11. Greetings fellow traveler

    Yes sir, Ik ben Nederlands! (I'm Dutch.) Congrats with your whitelist then You are welcome. Have fun man! If I would have looked at your current active character then I would have known . Hope to meet you in the lands of Chernarus.
  12. Greetings fellow traveler

    I assume that you are dutch as well? Even though I appreciate your tips, I am all ready whitelisted. Also thanks for the compliment on my introduction
  13. You seem like a person who likes to meet new people. I have the same feeling, so I will introduce myself. They call me by my nickname Darkmos, however that is not my real name. No no no, it is Leroy, Leroy van Doorn. I come from the far lands of the Netherlands. I have never been to these parts of the world... The land is quite astounding and the people here seem nice and friendly. I have been a gamer since I could hold and use my keyboard and mouse. I stuck with solo adventures until I discovered the pleasure of playing with others with a very unknown game called Faldon. My multiplayer experience quickly grew from there with shooters and other MMORPG's. When I am not found behind my computer I like to go out and travel and explore other cultures. My role play experience needs some building and I hope to gain some whilst being on adventure in Chernarus. I am always up to meet new people and maybe start a character (group?) together. But for now I am more interested in getting to know you.. Fellow traveler.
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