Tarkovsky Burcheznia, Born in a small fishing village 3 hours north of Moscow Called Rybinsk, a small fishing village that surrounds the southern end of the great lake, but quaint and quiet. Abandoned by his mother at a young age his father, a carpenter by trade raised the boy alone instilling stalwart ideals of pride and proper technique. Learning the value of every dollar through harsh and painful truths. Tarkovsky, never saw eye to eye with his father who only wished of him his own dream. Tarkovsky dreamed his own dreams and even after the timid nature his past created in order to protect his mind, he sought only the world, adventure, sights, the lands, for you see Tarkovsky often escaped his father through literature. As time went on and the winters grew stronger Tarkovsky's Father passed leaving Tarkovsky alone at the age of 25. Quiet and soft spoken, Tarkovsky, left his small village north into the Woodlands to surround himself with nature eventually turning himself into a woodsman of sorts, proficient in carpentry and survival skills. Then one day on a faithful trip into town Tarkovsky stopped to help a man along the road tithing in pain. Only to later realize it was his first encounter with a Zombie. He walks closer to the main with his husky Saint, and as the man turns with a growl and a holler he charges, and in that moment Tarkovsky knew what he had to do. He reached for his combat knife and with precision cut cleanly on the mans jugular and inner thigh severing the femoral artery as well as the carotid. For you see after 24 years of abuse something had risen within Tarkovsky, and that was Love, a love of Chaos. So Tarkovsky returned to his home in the Woodlands, put together a pack, and set off, for what better way to start an adventure then to not know where you are going! And then finally after 7 months of journey we come across a small town known as Chernogorsk, and that is where our adventure begins in Chernarus.