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The Nikitin Prodejna - Trade Post Event
TOMORROW | 2019-04-21 17:00:00 (server time) | Starts in 1 day, 23 hours, 40 minutes | Chernogorsk Docks | Peaceful
Michael Ondera
Character information
  1. Date of birth
    2000-12-26 (18 years old)
  2. Place of birth
  3. Nationality
  4. Ethnicity
    Ethnic Chernarussian
  5. Languages
    Czech/Chernarussian, English
  6. Religion


  1. Height
    176 cm
  2. Weight
    65 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes


He wasn't born into a particularly wealthy family, and he always envied the Russian oligarchs living in their villas on the sunny hills surrounding the city. He even managed to make good friends with some Russian children from those neighbourhoods, but that was in a time long gone, when Russians could still be trusted. Ofcourse those sly bastards changed sides as they wished and as it suited them - ''Kam vítr, tam plášť.'' his father used to say. Where wind blows, their cloak goes. Michael grew up watching the corrupt government ruin, steal or sell what was left of his country, listening to the news reports of Chedaki rebels cleansing Chernarussian villages and Russian imperialists laying siege to his motherland. His opinion of the shiny villas on the hilltops, the children he used to play with and anything Russian quickly changed. If it spoke, looked, or smelled Russian, it was better to stay away from - you know, bad luck and all that, when was the last time anything Russian helped a Chernarussian? He was too young to take part in those wars, but he was adamant that one day, he would change his country to the better. And when he was old enough, he got the chance. 

The government kept selling out the country to foreign investors, for the fraction of the real price, stuffing their pockets with bribes and stocks. But who were you to complain? Investigative journalists kept dying of accute lead poisoning and if you weren't discreet with your opinions, there was a good chance you'd wake up beaten up in a hospital, or never wake up at all. Everyone was patting their backs on defeating communism, getting rid of the Soviet overlords and finally having the faith of our lands in our own hands, but nothing really changed, and nothing ever does. Not in Chernarus. We just switched one tyrant for another.

Noone believed the reports at first. Maybe because they were presented as mere flu outbreaks, nothing to be worried about, nothing to investigate. When the government finally admitted the severeness of the ''few isolated outbreaks'' in the north east, he joined one of many paramilitary organizations that popped all around the country to help eradicate the threat of the infection. Regardless of his intentions and effort, no matter the lives of his fellow brothers, he was fighting a loosing war. Each and every precaution the government took to stop the spread of the infection failed and soon most of the country was overrun. Russia once again tried seizing Chernarussian lands, Takistanis raised their war flags and the Chedaki traitors took over Belozersk and proclaimed independence. Michael blamed all of these failures onto the corrupt government, which he believed only used this catastrophe to strengthen their own position. Why would they deal with problems that keep them in power? Radek Kozlov was no better then his Russian counterpart, but Putin atleast didn't drive his country head first into a concrete column.

Disgusted by the incompetence of the government, he left for South Zagoria with a handful of other volunteers to fight for the survival of his beloved country. Because if not us, who then? Když ne my, tak kdo? Dying for your country is the most noble thing a man can do.


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