IGN: Ezekiel Manson
English skills: Fluent
DayZ Mod Experience: None
DayZ Standalone Experience: Almost 300 hours
Roleplaying Experience: D&D, DAYZRP, SkyrimRP, Live Action Roleplay, etc
What kind of In Game role best describes you: Psycho-Bandit-(possible)Cannibal
Have you been in any clan/group previously: No
Additional notes: I am willing to roleplay as almost any evil-type character
Best way to contact you: PM me on DayZRP.com
Backstory: My name is Ezekiel Manson, but everyone calls me Zeek. I grew up in the USA and had a fairly normal childhood. I worked on my families farm until I was 16, then set out to become a police officer. I went to school, learned as much as I could about law enforcement, and eventually went through boot camp and the police academy. Everything was going according to plan.
But then it happened, on my first ride along.
I was in the passenger seat with Officer Clem driving. He received a call about a domestic disturbance, and we were off. We rolled up to the house about 10 minutes after the call came in, and the house was quiet. Too quiet. Lights were on and we could see shadows moving inside. I went up to the door with Officer Clem and he knocked on the door, "Metro Police!".
A man answered the door with the chain lock still on. We could only see his face, his body was obscured by the door.
"We received a call about a possible domestic dispute, mind if we come inside?"
"Uh... Um... Yeah, sure, come on in." The man, tall and fair skinned, seemed worried or on edge.
As we entered the house I heard a loud thud and Officer Clem was on the ground. The man struck him with some kind of pipe that he had behind the door. Clem was out cold, and the man was covered in blood. His white shirt was stained red all over. I backed up and he told me to go sit on the couch. I wasn't about to be a hero, with nothing to defend myself and an officer down, I knew this man wasn't fucking around.
"She... She made me do it, kid", the man stammered as he paced rapidly back and forth. "It wasn't my fault! The voices, the voices kept telling me to do it!"
"Calm down, sir, I just want to know what's going on" I said as I tried to sound as calm as possible, even though my heart was pounding out of my chest.
"She was fuckin' on me, man! I loved her and she was fuckin' on me!"
Oh god, this man came home and found his wife or girlfriend or whatever sleeping with someone, and he killed her? Or them? I don't know.
"It's gonna be okay man, just tell me what happened."
"I came home, and there she was, with that dude, making out and shit. I saw them and the voices, they told me 'she did it, she needs to pay'. I tried telling them to stop talking, but they just kept getting louder. 'Kill her. Kill her! KILL HER!'. Then I don't know what happened, I blacked out or something, and when I came to they were on the ground, blood everywhere. I didn't mean to do it, kid!"
The voices. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I've had the voices ever since I was a kid. I learned to suppress them over time, but this man, he gave into them.
I told him to go into the next room and just calm himself down and that I would take care of it.
He went into the bedroom, closed and locked the doors.
That's when I heard it. For the first time in years, the voices I had tried so hard to get rid of. They were back.
"You know what we need to do, don't you Zeek? This man is a murderer, he needs to be punished"
"Shut up! I'm not going to do it!"
"Kill him, Zeek. Kill him and tell the officer it was self defense. No one is going to know!"
I don't remember what happened after that. I saw black, and when I awoke I was in the passenger seat of the cruiser, red and blue lights flashing around me.
"You saved me, Zeek". Officer Clem, with a bandaged wrapped around his head, now in the driver's seat. "We need to go back to the station so we can make our statements and file some paper work. You did great."
I felt sick to my stomach. Did I really do it? Did I murder that man?
I dropped out of the Police Academy and decided I needed to get away. But as my life went on, the voices get louder, angrier, and more frequent. I decided I couldn't get away from them, and instead decided to give in. The voices promised to protect me, and fill my life with fun and adventure. I have to say, the voices didn't lie.
I took up hunting as a hobby, it settled the voices for a while, like it got their urge to kill out. It only lasted about a year.
"Deer aren't enough of a challenge for you, Zeek. You should try killing a man again, after all you were very good at it!"
I never should have listened. I killed my first human, while conscious anyway, 2 weeks later. Stabbed him in the chest several times. I felt a rush of excitement, and knew the voices were happy.
I decided to move to Chernarus, a small remote area where I could hunt, and hopefully live my life in peace. I didn't want to hurt anyone else.
Then patient zero happened.
I had to kill the undead to survive, and eventually the line between human and zombie became blurred.
I need to kill, I want to kill, but I can't take this loneliness anymore.
I need to find people who accept me for who I am, people who want to hurt others the way I want to.
I ate my first person yesterday. I thought it was a deer at first, but the taste, it was much more... delicious.