My character's name is Sargent Michael Diachi, although he goes by Diachi. Before the outbreak, Diachi lived in a small town in Kentucky. For the most part, he was a loner. He never had many close friends (though since then, he has made quite a few). He was a Sargent in the US Marine Corps. He had a small family, consisting of a wife and a son. Once they outbreak stuck, Diachi and his family moved out of Kentucky, looking for somewhere where they could be safe. One day, they wound up in a small town in Virginia. Diachi's son and his wife stayed inside the small house they had found, while Diachi went to get some wood to start a fire to cook their dinner. About an hour or so goes by and Diachi comes back to the house where he had left his family. When he opened the door, he saw something that he never would have imagined. Seconds felt as if they were hours long. He saw his wife on top of their child, gnawing on his neck. Blood was everywhere. Diachi couldn't bear to watch. He passed out in the doorway. The only two people he had left in the world, gone. He had no idea how it happened. But they were gone. And there was nothing he could do about it.
When Diachi finally came to, he was still alive. He had no idea what to think, though he some how was on the couch in the living room. Where his dead family once was, were only sheets. The sheets had the letters "D.H." written on them. He had no idea what this was, or who helped him out. He mourned for a couple days after burying their bodies , and decided it was best for him and his survival if he were to move to a better place. He took whatever he could and stuffed them into his backpack. He said one final goodbye to the family he once had, and headed out to his car. He decided he was just going to drive until he ran out of gas, which wouldn't be long, as the dash of the car showed he had a quarter of a tank left.
Hours had passed, and Diachi was still on the road. He was almost out of gas. He turned off the highway and entered a tunnel into a community where he had seen hand-drawn posters of safe place to live "Pleasant Valley - Safest Places Since 1858" Other posters had read "P.V. - Protected Still By the PVPD". He decided to check it out, as he had nothing to lose. He entered the city, not a person to be seen... Only the dead... but, not as many. He kept driving down the main road and he saw a person standing in the middle of the road with an AR-15 in hand, and several others standing behind him. As Diachi brings his truck to a stop, the man in front walks over to the driver side window and taps on the glass. *Thud thud thud* "Oi, roll down the window. Gotta talk to ye for a second." said the man. The man was standing with a baseball bat, and a black helmet with a red visor. He was wearing a leather jacket and a scarf as well. Diachi rolls down the window and says "I'm not looking for trouble. Just passing through." The man stares at his with an obvious grin being barely visible through the red tint of the helmet. "No si-" he said as he got cut off from another person from the top of a roof. "Leave him alone, Kase! He's not with us!" said a man on the roof. There were around five or six others behind him as well. That person had a British accent and was wearing what seemed to be hockey mask with a cat drawn on it. Moments later, a fire fight between the two other groups. Diachi floored the gas pedal and drove off as fast as he could, though he only made it around the corner, seeing as he was out of fuel. One of the men that was with this so called 'Kase' came running around the corner and pointed his gun at Diachi. "Listen, we ain't gon' hurt ya. Just take this gun, and help us with those shitbags on the roof. We'll explain later." said the man. Diachi agreed and went to help them. After shots were fired both ways, the fight was over. The men escorted Diachi back to a gigantic metal house, which was definitely made from scratch. The men took Diachi inside and patted him down. They all took their gear off and introduced themselves... "Thank you for helping with those shites. We are the Dead Horses. We aren't too liked around here, though we are the ones in command of this area." said the man. He continued, "My name is Kase. I am the leader here. You're a hell of a shot, so you're welcome to stay with us." Diachi waited a moment before responding. "I'm in..." he said firmly. "I would like to prove my worth..."
That was were Diachi's adventure with the Dead Horses started. He now is Second in Command, right hand man to Kase. To this day, Diachi doesn't know that the Dead Horses' were the ones who saved him when his wife and son died, and the Dead Horses don't know either. After Pleasant Valley was destroyed from a massive storm, the last of the Dead Horses moved to Chernarus, where they now find themselves. They lost a lot of members back in the States, due to a fall in the central base, their mission in the Chernarus region was simple. Relocate, and recruit. They would take it from there....