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BEAR Valaskis
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Date of birth
    1990-04-06 (29 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
    Maria Valaskis
  9. Family
    Wife, Daughter, and Son
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    193 cm
  2. Weight
    84 kg
  3. Build
    Burly upper body slim lower body
  4. Hair
    Medium length, brown hair, and burly beard
  5. Eyes
    Light Brown
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Features
    sparrow tattoo behind right ear and tattoos from neck down.
  8. Equipment
    Grey T-Shirt, Cargo Pants, Millitary Vest, Black or Tan Baseball Cap.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role
    Lone Wolf


It's been months since it happened. I don't even remember how it began.

My first memories of it, is looking at some guys trying to rob me after going out of my house. Well, they failed (I always carry a gun with me). But then I saw another threat, they were running to my direction, like a horde of mad dogs. They were making this horrible noise, so I ended out of the city.

Oh, chernogorsk. How I miss those days. I was so happy, We were so happy we lived in the city moved here to get away, we didn't know it from all that military intervention. As far as I know, The Chedaki or the US Army could have done it, and left us to die in this place. Anyway, I made my way out of the city, and to my surprise, there are two other guys, they looked at my gun, they asked me to kill them. Maybe not doing it was the worse thing I did that day.

They grabbed me and took it, and shot me in my leg. Then proceeded to kill themselves. It was so ugly to see it. People were desperate, trying to die, just to save themselves.

But I couldn't die yet. It was not my time. I knew that my chances of infection were too high, so I rolled back to the city, waiting for someone to help me. 25 minutes in the town and I just couldn't believe it. Someone looked at me and came running with a blood bag in his hand. He said Something I didn't understand. Something like "mate" and "getting out together", but he left. I was so sad about it at the time, I started crying. The next 5 minutes I see him, with a stick and some rags in his hands, And my tears of desperation and sadness turned into an incessant laugh, that I couldn't stop.

After helping me with something he made, a splint or something like it, he says "Can you walk?" To which I nod. As my leg still hurts, it still makes me sad, makes me think I won't see the next day of an outbreak that had just begun.

Anyway, that day, we walked so far into the woods, I didn't knew where we were anymore. He pinpointed a place on his map, I'll assume he understood the local tongue. We then ran more into the woods, into a chicken house. That was the moment I felt the safest in my life. But the safety was not very long.

Neither of us had much ammo or supplies, and we could lose everything with the bat of an eye. We started to plan a raid to the airfield nearby, made preparations, made every possible situation and thought about it, as we knew a lot of people would be going there to get all the goods in that place.

Fast forward 10 minutes, we're in there. We can see it. I told him to look for anything nearby, anything that looked suspicious. So we were on our own. If he died, I wouldn't know it.

Look what an amazing find, an M4! And A full magazine for it? Nice. I was so happy, I would finally have an advantage on someone. With a lot of 5.56 bullets, I made my way out of it, so he could get a share at our base. As I am getting out, was the moment I heard his gun fired. Holy shit was I scared at the time.

I'm running to the hills, to see if he is alright but he's not. He's laying at the ground, someone else had his gun now. He's dead. As I take my gun out, the guy gets his hands up, hoping I will not shoot him. I asked Why. He said that life does not forgive, life is relentless, life is violent. Life is death, and death can happen in every moment. I shot him in his legs. I was so angry at the time, I couldn't even control myself. I didn't want to see him alive, but I wanted him to suffer. So I shot then both of his hands. His crotch area next. Then I made a clean shot to his heart. People do not know what cruelty is, until they experience it for themselves. That's why he was so kind to me, he didn't know the cruelty of humans. To this day, the only thing I do is hunting. It makes me happy to kill, but to kill in need. Killing just for fun is horrible. To this day, I wear a bandana in resemblance to his light green outfit. And when someone is in desperate need, I give him a helping hand. There are a lot of crazy guys leaving people to die in the woods.


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