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"I will always respect you. No matter what."
Character Description: A mid 30s man with a slight muscular build stands in front of you at 5'8", he bears a scar on his right cheek which goes from his eye to the lip. His green eyes seem to capture you more than his dull brown facial hair. He speaks in a Bosnian accent which can be deciphered but when speaking in long conversation could lead to the accent appearing more heavily. |  | Character Information: Birth Name: Karlo Rosić Alias: TarikCommon Name: Charles Ross Age: 35 Place of Birth: Sarajevo, Yugoslavia Nationality: Yugoslavian/Bosnian Date of Birth: 12/06/1985 Occupation: Civil Workers Union: Foreman Current Assignment: Industrial Sector Twenty-Four |
Backstory Karlo Rosić born in Sarajevo, to parents Marko and Amira Rosić. Karlo would live in the outskirts of Sarajevo in Breza. He would live alongside his Brother, Luka albeit born 15 years later. Karlo would learn his information from old books found in libraries during the Yugoslav wars. He'd would work as a medic. Always aiming to treat his people in his town. After the wars, Karlo would move to live in the city of Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Attending the hospital as a medical intern. He would quickly learn and would slowly gain medical knowledge. He would work there until the Seven-Hour Karlo would look out for his family ensuring their safety. After the ware he and his family would be relocated to City-27. His brother was quickly relocated to an ECHELON center where Karlo would lose contact. He receives letters from Luka and knows he is located at the same city, whilst Karlo was relocated to City-41. Karlo would come across issue with people having issue to pronounce his name and with the fact of his born language slowly becoming more rare, he chose to have his name changed to the now known Charles Ross. Charles would live in City-41 until the year 2021, having worked in City-41 as a Civil Medical Union Doctor. He would arrive with nothing to his name. Family
| Appearance Weight: 196lbs Height: 5'8" Eye Colour: Brown Blemishes: Scar - Right Eye to Lip Personality Charles Ross is a logical man, typically thinking of the possibility of things going wrong and not being afraid to speak up or even enforce a level of safety when it comes to the lives of others. However, Charles is also able to be compassionate, showing care and kindness to those who he can trust, ensuring that they are happy and cared for. Likes and Interests Charles Ross likes being able to control what occurs with his actions. For example, being able to control when to call something off due to risk, or being able to scold someone for putting their life in danger for no acceptable reason. He also prefers to drink Whiskey but is also able to drink a beer, if absolutely necessary. Dislikes and Avoidances As one could imagine. Ross dislikes when things do not go expected, trying to figure out why and trying to find a resolve. He typically avoids people who badger him constantly, especially when others are available. |
Notepad Entries:
Guess this is my stop. City-24. In Geneva, It's cold, very cold. Might as well do some work to keep me warm, else I'll freeze to death by the night. Now where a terminal to get me a damn room.
| A lot has happened since my last note. I've been called "Workshift Guy" By the officers for the amount of time sitting outside the warehouse waiting for work. I just wanted to get a job. It paid off though, These two woman, Svetlana and Valeriya, they got me into the CRU. I'm dealing with this red fleshy stuff they call Infestations.
| Was an interesting last few weeks, I've worked all over the place. Including in the Nexus!. Dealing with "tapping" and this Flesh, They call it the "Rot". Something about cultists. Fun. I met this man, "Baron". He told me these things, things I felt, I feel as if he's speaking exactly what I felt. I want to spread his word. He even got me up to Supporter, allowing me to join the CMU. Where my knowledge would work best.
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Finally! We're being relocated somewhere, Hopefully it's a bit warmer than this place. Rather sweat than freeze if you ask me. Was told that there will be some repairs doing to make sure the city will hold it's citizens. It can't be that hard. Right?
| It was hard, very hard. There is shit all over the place, Train derailed. Monitor in the plaza on the floor. I'm surprised they would even expect us to be able to fix this hell hole. Not to mention this rot, it's spread all over the place. And it's my job to ensure it's clean and can allow people to safely stay here. What fun.
| It's been a month since leaving a note. A lot happened. Stanislav asked me to join the CWU, my "leadership" demeanor during an emergency shift was ideal for what the CWU was looking for. It meant I had to quit the CMU however, I wish I could of worked at both, but apparently not. Maybe I will return one day, be able to supply my knowledge to people and safe lives. For now however, I'm needed here. Working on the city and ensuring our safety.
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We did it. The rot is gone. Me, Klaus, Minty, Alena and Greg worked with the SRI, and Delegates. Finally riding the sector of the rot. At least I'd be able to walk safely with my new Collaborator Armband, I think I could settle in here nicely.
Maybe even call it home one day. | Elsa is gone, along Tyriel. I'd assume something was up when those two were very close together, always with each other. I can't blame her though for disappearing. Marcus blew up in her face, Trashing the place. Maybe that's what snapped with her. But I need to know she is safe.
I left the city. It was nice and calm. It allowed me to collect my thoughts, allowed me to reflect. Me and Alena found nobody during our tour. I found someone, Webber. When me and Perley were searching for people again. He said he would get me information on Elsa's location, in exchange for Seven High Quality Filters. I'm willing to do it. | I can't believe I did it. I went against the handbook, against the Combine. I aided the Rebels, I gave Webber his filters. He called over a nice lady called Grace. She said she would help me find her.
I've found her. She walked into the shelter mid conversation with Grace. Alive and well, I was glad to see her, she had the same feelings towards me and Perley. I wish Alena was there, she'd be happy to see her face. Elsa explained her reasons for leaving. I understand them, having to look over your shoulder often. I don't blame her. But I have nothing else in the city I care for. Maybe it's time I follow suit. Elsa provided me with a Radio Frequency, for if or when I, Perley or Alena wish to leave the city on a permanent basis. Do I take it? I don't know. |
I was pulled aside today, Interrogated on my knowledge of Elsa. I think they know I left the city. I don't want to watch my back all the time.
I'm out. Perley got me out of the city, with his gun. Nobody knows. Not even Alena. We went to the Shelter to speak with Webber, He showed me around. Then I bumped into Jin and Tyriel. I explained my situation, Jin welcomed me with open arms. Perley is going to warn Alena, she may be next to be questioned. Perley is going to get her and himself out. Definitely some useful friends to have in this new place. Who knew these people could be so kind. |
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Blood-Soaked Letter
As you moved the lifeless body of Charles Ross, a letter would fall out of his armored suit. It's paper moist from the blood of the man. You take a look at it, the front simply read "This is it."You Open it
If you're reading this, then I've unfortunately been one of the casualties, or you're being nosy. In which case. The date is currently, the 25th of January 2022. I'm here in this place they call Cruseilles. It's cold and damp. But it's home for now. I heard that we'll be attack the city at some point. And we all are expecting to face casualties. So I wanted to write something, in case, I become one of those casualties. I'm not sure what to write, but I suppose just some notes on what I've seen and some parting words.Go away! Firstly, some of you know me as Charles Ross or Tarik, In actuality I was Karlo Rosić. I just wanted to have a normal sounding name when in the city. I don't know of locations of my family. But I know of their names, so if you hear of them, please inform them of my unfortunate death. Their names are Amira and Luka Rosić. So please find them and present them this letter, If this is not possible. Please have Pathfinder pass this message through the network towards The Shepard, my other family. To The Rebellion, I'm sure it's obvious, but I wished to say I'm proud of you all we've achieved so much. It doesn't matter if all you did was stand there, You've shown that we can take back our freedom, and I hope you can push to take back the region and make good use of it. To Richard, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I wish I could, you will always be in my mind as a man who was a victim to all the bad luck he had received. I picture you enjoying yourself at that cottage you wished to be at. Goodnight, my old friend. To The Shepards, I'm sorry that I can't return, I know you wanted to ensure that I would return, but it's not all it's meant to be. I wish you all a safe and importantly, free life to do as you wish. I know you'll do great things in due time. To Amira and Luka, I hope you receive this letter, Please look after each other, go and live your lives, I know we haven't been able to talk, in years. But know that I looked after everyone I could, I always aimed to helped where I can, and I hope that is enough for you to say you were proud of me, because I know some people would see that as the same. To My Father, Marko, Hi Pops, I hope you are looking down on me as a man of great achievement, I've done so much with my life, Helped those where I can, gotten a reputation for who I was, found a group of people I could call a second family, I hope that I don't see you soon, but if I do. I hope that we are together enjoying a lovely whiskey back home in Sarajevo. I miss you pops. I really do. To Everyone Else, I wish you all luck, Jon, You're a good man. I wished we spent more time together, having laughs, talking about our previous years. I still hope we can do it. Marcus, I hope you are the right pick for these people, as I know you are-- |
The words abruptly stop being readable, the blood makes it severely difficult to continue reading. whatever Ross was trying to say can't be read past this point.
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