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Bozo the Clown's origin is one he admits that he remembers differently each time, or one that he doesn't remember at all, depending on the day. Maybe Bozo the Clown is a man named Angus, coming from a prestigious polish clown family or is Bozo a deranged murderer sent away to a high-security psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane or is Bozo none of these or all of them.

One thing is for sure the apocalypse broke Bozo the Clown, it made him in to the cunning and ruthless leader of The Carnival.

Caleb Erwood, commonly known as, 'Sprocket,' is a former mechanic who took to laughter as a way to distract himself from a boring day job. Sprocket's life took a change however when one day his wife stormed into his garage workshop at home after he had one of his worst weeks at work yet. She ran in screaming at him to go and drive her and the kids shopping yet again. Sprocket turned around, irritated that she didn't just do it herself and refused. She then began keying one of his personal muscle cars for not responding instantly to her demands. Sprocket in return snapped, and with his wrench still in his hand, he swung forth in a burst of frustration and struck her in the head, directly in the temple. She was brain dead instantly. Horrified at the murder before him, Sprocket's 11 year old son and 9 year old daughter who had overheard the argument between their parents and were the only witnesses of Sprocket's first kill, ran from him. Sprocket attempted to talk down his children, reminding them that it was all going to be okay, but they scontinued fleeing in fear across the road from him, screaming for help. Not taking time to look both ways, they were struck by an oncoming Semi-Trailer, and they too were dead instantly. Sprocket had snapped, and his entire family was now dead.

Using the tragic road accident as a distraction, Sprocket fled the scene of the crime and was never caught up with by the police before he was out of the state. Eventually, Sprocket formulated a new identity and took up a career as a party clown after having met Bozo The Clown whilst homeless in an alleyway. He began to embrace his new life and insanity, having come to terms with what he'd done... And realizing that he actually was proud of his every action, and finally was free from his mundane life and could be something greater. He turned to laughter for a living, and murder his after-work hobby, the wrench remaining his signature weapon. He also found that bruised and battered human flesh was a great sustenance when you're on the run, and a murder a day would keep the hunger away. The Apocalypse merely made it easier to be who he was meant to be... No pesky police officers to try and stop him now. He could be wild and free to his heart's content, free of any consequences.

Shivers wanted to join the Carnival to get some happiness back into his life. He has been disappointed by the promises others have given him. was known once as Taurus, Herald of the Legion. A short backstory of Taurus: A Lonely Trader who was shot by 506 for supplying Legion wood during their construction efforts during the War. He was taken in and nursed back to health by Caesar. Taurus was always rather timid, and felt immense gratitude towards Legion for saving his life. He stayed and joined the fight just to be with a community, and find a purpose in the wasteland. Taurus is an act put on by The Lonely Trader. It is a defense mechanism to keep himself safe from bullying from the tougher soldiers in the Legion, as well as a way to reassure and fool himself into thinking he had any courage. Taurus was in fact rather bad at fighting, and the feel of weapons going off in his hands made him wince. He could never stand the loud bangs of gunfire either. He was however very good with speaking. Caesar recognized this and he became the Herald of the Legion, the chief diplomat and propagandist. Taurus put on a loud, commanding, fanatic voice to throw off the people he met with. He often screamed insults at friends and foes alike, and happily played the role of a mad dog. Inside, he was always terrified someone would find out it was all fake. He was happy that his efforts were useful. In his short time he settled a non-aggression pact with Heart, and maintained relationships with US Army forces.

All of it came crashing down however, when Heart and 506 betrayed the treaties made. Armories were robbed, vehicles stolen. All of a sudden, his legitimacy as a diplomat was completely shattered. His deals hadn't even lasted a week. He as demoted and relegated to the role of a lowly construction worker. His constructions couldn't last either though. Only two days after a hidden camp was made, Heart found it and laid siege. He took part in the last battle, and was present when the majority of Legion forces were gunned down. Caesar himself got lost in the fighting and Taurus is unsure if he made it out. Only Taurus and one other Legionnaire made it out of the compound. The Lonely Trader gave up his Taurus persona as he now saw that all of his efforts were wasted and laid to ruin. Even if he tried to bring some order to the country, the wasteland would always bring chaos back.

The Lonely Trader is a broken, depressed wreck that puts on the persona of Shivers in order to avoid his

Needles hails from Stalingrad, He was born 25 Years before day zero. He grew up poor and living in the slums with his junkie mother. He grew up not knowing his father and grew to resent him for that. His mother went from abusive relationship to abusive relationship with no end in site, until she eventually committed suicide. After his mothers death he lived on the streets, where it became brutally obvious he wasn't wanted. He was beaten within an inch of his life on more than one occasion, but through these beatings something within him awakened. With every beating he took he felt his rage grow and grow, He harbored this rage and eventually he released it on his attackers. The police couldn't tell who anyone of the attackers were after he was done with them. He eventually made hi way to Chernarus and started his killing again.

Needles was caught and sent to Terra Incognita Prison 5 years before day zero. Just because he was behind bars though didn't stop his ways. He killed 5 men before he was permanently sent to solitary. When day zero hit and the power grid went down, he made his way out of his cell and onto the mainland.

The days moved by like they had for the last 5 years before he got transferred to the chernogorsk hospital. They told him before the move that he would be helping many people with his work. He found that hard to believe as he did not even know the language. He could not see how his work would help anyone. Every day was the same wakeup: eat breakfast, then complain that the coffee tastes awful like there was something in it, it got so bad he had to chalk it up to the water. After breakfast, he would put his lab coat on and grab his keys, but today when picking up his keys he noticed the weight of them, and how many keys he had.

When he arrived at his office things seemed strange almost unfamiliar, but he sat down in his chair and looked around at the pictures on the wall, all the certificates he had achieved in his life. As he sat there, he thought about how all his work has led him to this day. His supervisor rushed into his office " follow me now it is important" he looked at him puzzled. In the last 5 years, he has never been fetched for anything. As he rushed out to follow his supervisor, he noticed all his colleagues rushing past each other. He was taken to a room that was all too familiar, it was the room where he did his work, the work he had done in secrecy from the public. As he stood there, he could see his supervisor go to a wall in his workspace and pushes against it, in a split second a door opens and lights flicker as they light up the room behind the door.

Days had passed since that day, questions had been asked, test had been done, but no one knew where my supervisor had gone. They had ruled it as a possible case of the new outbreak. Multiple cities had fallen to this new virus, and more kept getting infected. Emergency response teams were failing, police were outnumbered and killed by the infected, it all seemed lost. He knew that they soon would ask everyone to evacuate the hospital he worked at, but he could not bear the thought of leaving all his work and research behind. Days melted together, there is no sleep anymore only work. You could feel how tense the atmosphere was, you had the feeling that one wrong move could result in everything falling apart.

The phone rang today, I was shocked as I thought the lines were dead since Elektro fell "hello this is Dr. Johnson" I heard myself say, there was a pause

" Dr. Johnson we need you and your team to evacuate as soon as possible to the north west airfield we have a temporary facility set up for you and your team."

“but sir what about everyone else here? and what about the research we completed already?"

"They have been contacted already by a different department; your research is the most important as you are the only leading virologist left alive that we still have contact with."

"I understand, when will the team come to get us and once, we are at north west airfield will we be sent to a different location?"

"The team is already on route to you they will arrive in 2 hours. Make sure to grab what is vital to the recovery of our country."

"Yes sir. what is your name?"

"Major davis"

.....click.......... The phone went dead, or he hung up. I rushed out to the hall and looked around for my colleagues, but none where to be seen. I rushed to my room to get my work that I had worked on for so long. All of a sudden a loud explosion could be heard, the lights went dead and I was plunged into complete darkness.

The emergency lights kicked in as I was sitting in the darkness in my workroom. I went to the wall and pushed it to open the door and make my way to help my colleagues, as I saw them I told them to move fast and to only grab what's necessary to finish the research, they looked at me confused almost like they didn’t recognize me. I went to my office and grabbed my laptop and certifications in virology. That was when I heard the first scream and notice something or someone going from the hall towards my room. I grabbed my only pen and rushed out of the office as fast as my legs could carry me. I saw my supervisor laying on the floor covered in blood shambling towards me. I ran towards the main staircase as I saw soldiers move up I screamed "I am dr. Johnson" they grabbed me and asked "is anyone else alive from your team" All I could manage to tell them was "No they are all dead the infection has started here" they rushed me out to the vehicles and got me in before the infected began to attack.

The driver was told to go as 3 more soldiers climbed into the vehicle. We processed to drive away, while driving the gunfire grew more frequent, then began to fade away. We had been on the road for about 30 minutes having to take different roads because of wrecked cars and burning debris. Out of nowhere the vehicle smashed into another car. Everything went foggy and muffled I could barely make out the soldiers, but gunfire could be heard. After sitting for what seemed like a couple of minutes the doors closed around me and I passed out.

I jump awake and look around the shed that I have been sleeping in. I check if the door is still locked and then pull out my badge and look at it. It was such a long time ago, anyone that knew me back then died long ago. I grab my pen and cross out Dr. Johnson's name and write my true name Dr. Stitches. The name the world has grown to know me as. The light snuffs out as I laugh, my true work can now continue.