Rain Stone

## Pre-Apocalypse

*The following is an excerpt from Rain's PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"I was born in my father’s hometown, Hamburg, Germany

Yet I was raised throughout my childhood in the wilderness of the Black Forest.

I lived there with my family, a peaceful, fruitful life of scavenging and hunting for boars, I wish I could have enjoyed my youth forever, learning from my father how to do most things such as write and look after myself.

Later on in life we moved out to britain where i lived most of my adulthood, this was also the time when my father and mother decided to break up, speaking of better life, they couldn’t stand one another, perhaps it was because their views were different? In Fact i learned later on that my father, old and disgruntled from years of service in the military, was haunted by his past, something I now understand.

I joined the military in my adulthood, there I served my country for years. It is not something I am proud of, I killed men and I regret doing so… we were tools for greater powers of political gain on both sides, I was rotting in a humid, dark, cell for years, sweating, cold yet thirsty. I was forgotten. Such was the fate of Rain Stone, a mere Corporal…

Yet I survived, our conflict in the Gulf was far from over, joining a man by the name of Fargo Szczoczarz we responded in kind, Walther P5 in hand and Sterling SMG in the back i waltzed right into the conflict, headstrong and so cocksure, prancing around with a head full of fury, landed me in active melee combat with one of the opponents, our enemy.

I was lucky I survived that day. I had managed to shoot the man who I so hated… a young man, with the same ideals as I, so blinded by glory that neither of us had seen the truth of war, the horror.

My left eye white with a scar, itching, my head mutilated with disfigurement caused by that knife… yet all I could think of was the young man I had fought, were they alright? What had I done? It was the few breaking points that slowly led to my active retirement from the military, becoming a prisoner of war, and finally a veteran.

The story might be interesting to some, yet here I am lamenting my past.

Even today I wear prosthetics, masks, gas masks… something to hide the scars, they’re not war trophies, they’re a memory of what once was. I understood the words of my father now more than ever.

Today, here I am writing this application. I moved to America after the war had passed. I have been foraging off of the land and living a rather modest life, but all good comes to an end, the world feels as if it has been turned upside down, the undead are alive and my skills might be finally needed…"

## Season 0

Rain failed to escape the city of Louisville before December 1st, 1994 and was incinerated in the December Bombings. They will be missed.

## Personality

*The following is an excerpt from Rain's PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"I wish i could say i am as calm as the passing rain, i try to be, doesn’t necessarily mean i am, i have history behind me as a violent man and such is the truth.

rather, i am as furious as the passing storm, my mind palace swirling with thoughts since I have amassed the understanding of the words of my father, regret is the eye to eye that leaves both sides blind.

I am as normal as I have always been, a little silly like my father but dependable during these harsh times, I hope."