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Josa Vacek
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Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Date of birth
    1990-10-29 (29 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Bor, South Zagoria
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages
    Chernarussian, Russian, English
  7. Relationship
  8. Family
    Hadek, Father - Deceased. Anya, Mother - Deceased.
  9. Religion
    Eastern Orthodoxy


  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
    Light Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Scar over his abdomen from a gunshot wound.
  8. Equipment
    - Picture of his family
    - A small brown journal filled with names and accusations
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role
    Concerned Local Citizen


Josa was born in a small town named Bor in 1990. His family was of proud Chernarussian heritage and had lived in the town for as long as anyone could remember. Josa's father, Hadek, was an ardent nationalist who'd gotten into many close calls with the Soviet authorities before the fall, while his mother Anya was a sweet woman who'd always had a nice word to say to you as you passed by. Josa took after his father and developed a strong pride for his heritage, going so far as to insult and fight the ethnic Russian children at the nearby school. Josa finished high school a fit and eager man, ready to make his own in life. He had no money for college and continued working on the farms nearby as a work hand.

When the civil war broke out Josa had tried to join up with the CDF, but out of respect for his mother's wishes did not. His family needed him at home, as his father was getting very ill and needed constant attention from his mother, who in turn relied on Josa to provide financially. 

One sunny day the local doctor came running into town screaming his head off about Chedaki soldiers surrounding the village, he wasn't believed by anyone, as he was a known drunk and the fact that the Chedaki coming to the lonely and not-at-all strategic village was highly unlikely.

About an hour later several Ural trucks with red stars painted on their hoods rolled up into town. Chedaki soldiers began rounding up all the citizens. Josa initially tried to resist but a rifle butt to the back of the head convinced him to comply. At first, they brought out the fighting aged males, but soon after it was clear they were rounding up everyone in town. After a speech from a short Chedaki officer, who called them backward savages unfit for life, they were loaded onto the trucks and driven to an unknown destination.

A little while later, they were taken off the trucks and told to go stretch their legs in the nearby field. Some complained but were quickly ushered in the direction of the field anyway. Almost instantly, machinegun fire tore across the field from several emplacements, Josa's mother and father were killed instantly, while he, along with several others attempted to run, but it was no use, they were shot down like dogs. Josa took a round to his lower abdomen and fell to the ground, faking death. The ruse held and he was dragged with the rest of the bodies to a pre-dug pit and tossed inside, thankfully, as he was one of the last to be placed, he wasn't suffocated under a mound of corpses. The Chedaki didn't even bother to bury the grave, probably marking it and choosing to do so at a later date.

Josa stayed there, trapped under the bodies for what seemed like days before the telltale sounds of vehicles arrived. At this point, dying of dehydration and bloodloss, he opted to launch one last barb at his killers, even at the cost of his life.

"I'm not dead you bastards! Come finish what you've started!" Instead of a bullet to the face, he was hauled from the pit by NAPA militants. They gave him water and in his delirium, he swore undying loyalty. They dropped him off at a hospital where he recovered, before joining NAPA formally just as the conflict came to a close, fighting only a few battles against the collapsing Chedaki forces. 

After the war, Josa was left nursing his broken soul without a penny to his name, his family's house and belongings having been looted and pillaged by the Chedaki after they'd murdered the inhabitants of the town. All he had left was a deep resentment of ethnic Russians and Communists. He moved to Miroslav and began working at a construction company. Within the year he started making a decent wage and began taking weekends off to go hunting in the woods. He'd also take an annual vacation to his old home town and the site of the massacre to pay respects to his family. Every year he'd swear vengeance upon the men who'd ruined his life. 

This continued on for some time, with Josa even sometimes hanging out in bars and clubs, talking to those who'd listen about the Chedaki bastards who'd almost killed him... until one day, a man refused to believe his story, he claimed that the Chedaki had tried to save Chernarus from government corruption and that it was actually NAPA who'd conducted the cleansings. Needless to say, a fight broke out and the man was killed. Josa ran as soon as his blade hit its fatal mark. No one in that bar had known his name, but if he continued going to other establishments with the same story he'd no doubt be recognized. He stopped being social, slowly cutting himself off from every one of his friends. He became paranoid, suspicious of everyone around him, wondering their ethnicities and fearing that they were Russians. He'd been fired from his job for two weeks when the outbreak happened. 

When he saw the news of the outbreak, his self-preservation was immediately tossed aside in favor of his fervent nationalism. He joined the CDF and was given a rudimentary basic training before being shipped off to stop the tide of infected sweeping over the nation.

Through grit and determination, and sometimes sheer luck, Josa survived the chaos of those early battles with the infected and was eventually transferred, at his continuous request, to fight against the BPR, who seemed to him all too similar to the hated Chedaki. He gave no quarter in the fighting, he had sworn vengeance on the site of his family's grave and he intended to deliver. He spent a great deal of time-fighting the BPR, but eventually grew frustrated as the frontlines settled and the fighting all but ceased. 

It was one snowy day in December when he got into an argument with his Sergeant about ethnic Russians and their inherent loyalty to the BPR traitors. In the ensuing scuffle, Josa shot his Sergeant dead... the Russian bastard. He immediately deserted in the ensuing chaos as he called out that the BPR was attacking.

Over the next few weeks, he made his way back to Miroslav, to his old apartment, to acquire a few of his things, prized among them was his one photograph of himself and his mother and father. He considered his options and knew he had to get out of town lest they realize he abandoned his post. It was at this point he overheard a few fine looking gentlemen ranting about an imminent Russian invasion of South Zagoria, and how they needed to get over there and stop it. He thought they sounded like his kind of people and signed up on the spot.






a really good fucking story with alot of depth, makes me feel for the character.

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3 hours ago, OxeN said:

a really good fucking story with alot of depth, makes me feel for the character.

Thanks, man, I really appreciate that.

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