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QueenTsukki

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  1. I was born in Tampa, Florida to Allen and Lacie Clorence. My father was a rampant alcoholic and my mother was more fond of drugs than her child. When I was 6 Child Protective Services took me from them, placing me in an orphanage instead. The other children were kind enough to me however I was a reserved person, choosing to stay to myself. The staff were also kind some of them acting as almost family members. After several months Viktor and Mikhail adopted me. I had reservations at first as I was anxious from my past experience however they were very kind, gentle and patient. In 2012 we moved to Novigrad, Chernarus their birth place and my new home. After a couple weeks of living in Chernarus, I was enrolled in a Chernarussian school which I struggled in due to not speaking much Czech. The language barrier between me and the other students lead to me being bullied by most of them, even some of the teachers joined them. The year I was meant to graduate, after years of torment and bullying, the outbreak started throwing me into a whole new hell. At first it was not too bad as my fathers and I fled to the countryside to escape the mayhem, however peace was not going to last. One night, maybe 3 month or so after the outbreak started, Viktor and I from within the house heard a guttural cry for help, we both knew it was Mikhail and Viktor rushed out to help, I cautiously followed not knowing what was going on. The first thing I saw was red, the second thing I was was Mikhail laying with someone on top of him chewing at his throat. Viktor tried to pull the person off but was swiftly met with a slash to the legs, he cried out in pain just as another one of the infected came around the side of the house. As Viktor fell down on one leg from being slashed, he yelled at me to run, I hesitated for a moment before I could turn to run I saw the second infected tackle Viktor. I fled from the countryside house, fleeing into the wilderness, my eyes blurry from tears as branches from nearby trees slashed my face. I was lost for god knows how long, the days and nights blended together, it was not until I was laying on the slightly damp ground of the forest half dead from dehydration and starvation that I saw a shadow fall over me. That was when a preached named Father Vulkan found me. He picked me up and carried me to a small camp he had within the forest, he tended to my wounds and made sure I had enough water and food, he nursed me back to health to the best of his abilities. Once I was back at full strength or at least better than I was, we began to travel making our way from one small village to another, trying to aid those that were infected. After several months we amassed a decently sized group however most of them were not able to fight due to being old. Recently I was separated from Vulkan and his flock and I am currently on the look out for him.
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