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  1. Born a feckless whelp, Alexander strived to make something of himself in the slums of Kavala. He hadn't a dime to his name until he was around ten years old, and at the time he began to study about the fabled precursors to modern civilization- at the time. As his own decadent country fell to ruin around him, the boy was half starved and begged on the streets for his daily bread. Alexander knew only of the musings of a light hunter, if you could call setting up half-made rabbit traps in an attempt to feed oneself, a trade. Despite this over the course of a few years, his habits would lead him to become a more adept hunter. Taking down deer and selling exotic sea turtles to foreign-looking men that paid a pretty penny for whatever their nefarious intentions fed him enough, and in turn it fueled an ambivalent drive for the boy. He had even thought the war between the blasted Turks and the Republic had breathed out the last of itself years ago, until a curious disease began to spread, from the capitol of Pyrgos. This rabies-like virus began to eat its way, in more ways than one, through the general populace of the island. After scrambling to get to the northern coasts, leaving behind several friends to their fates amongst others. He along with 2,500 other Greek men, women, and children flung themselves into the waters, attempting to scramble for the last cargo ships making their hurried way out of the oil ports. Alexander, through fierce determination swam over one-hundred and fifty meters before being fished out of the water by another fleeing vessel, and was resuscitated upon being fished out of the bitter cold waters of the sea. As he recovered in the holds of the vessel, he began to hear word from others that managed to save themselves.The world outside was even more dangerous than whatever their island had been left to, even before NATO's massive evacuation of the inner Mediterranean he knew of this to be true. But others began to worry- No signals were being broadcasted outbound of Altis. Government forces had been closing in to coasts, no- falling back. In order to keep the last dying breaths of their rule in exile. Their decrepit empire falling to the undead that seemed to replace the old 'way of life'. Alexander could do nothing but ponder this as the vessel floated towards the shores of Chernarus. What waits for him, he can only hope to embrace with open arms.
  2. *A half-broken walkie-talkie is booted up, somewhere in Chernarus.* "I have half a mind to come over to Redwood Radio and get involved with that HAM radio course you got going. Could really help start up The Gerbil again and you folks have been good to us. Hope to see you then."
  3. Hi, I was at Green Mountain as a new member and hours earlier we had a little altercation. @Squillium and his group of Jackals went into Green Mountain with heavy intent to provoke. After they were blasting extremely loud music over my radio broadcast and slinging insults, on orders, I was told that if they came up the radio tower they were to be shot. I fired one warning shot in their general direction after Miller attempted to climb the radio tower after being told to stop and that had escalated to threats from the Jackals of throwing toxic gas grenades, and Miller constantly following me in an attempt to bait me. After about ten minutes of him wandering about the radio tower (I was ordered to stand down and let him do what he wanted) trying to provoke me, Squillium/Miller punched me and proceeded to hurl insults. I did nothing as I was told if I retaliated I would be kicked out of the group. This happened regardless as GM had feared my character would cause too much trouble and the Jackals would raid the place looking for him and thus kicked him from the group and left him in the rain, my ties being severed with that group despite me thinking I did everything right. ICly, my character had lost everything he worked so hard to achieve and the sacrifices that were made to get to green mountain, he tried to commit suicide with Ibuprofen pills and after a failed attempt he was out for blood. I fully believe I was justified in killing him as firstly I was attacked by @Squillium and they had effectively gotten my character kicked out of the group reacting to their hostilities and provocations, while (Arvo) had to grin and bear it and nothing about that would make my character not go after someone who has stripped them of their duties, their pride, and their sense of community. I hope you understand this isn't any OOC dislike of you, your character was actually really good at doing his job lol. Hope that explains it, as a side note did not see you log in or out at the time when I returned to Green Mountain.
  4. Some blood crazy guy pretending to medic hung around Green Mountain for like five hours asking people for blood, gotta admire the dedication in that dude
  5. [A bloody thumbprint can be seen on the corners of the pages, scrawled writing accompanying the text.] My god. The blood is everywhere. I... Jesus Christ. I killed him... I've never killed anyone before. Don't know if it was the right thing to do because it felt so WRONG. He just looked at me scared, the same expression frozen onto his face after I took the mask off his body. Dear god, please forgive me... Please forgive me for what I've done... I saved him from being eaten alive by zombies in that godforsaken town, made sure he didn't die from starvation and... god... He had the opportunity to kill me too, without a single word. But he didn't and... I ended up being the monster. All along I was so scared of someone befriending then killing me and... now how am I any better than the rest of those anarchists and thieves? God, I look at the dried blood on my hands and all I can think of is WHY! After he asked me for a vial of my blood, he then admitted he was with a group that has been going around forcing people to give up their lifeblood. As I stared down the sights of the rifle so many things raced through my head. What will happen if I let him go and turn around. I... I just was so scared. So afraid... and I took the shot. As the sun comes up I think about just ditching this in the road. Letting some poor bastard hear my cry for salvation. May god have mercy on my soul.
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