i grew up in a small town north of cherno where i learned to speak multiple languages such as french, english , german, mandarin and russian. my mother was a private language teacher and i was forced to learn these languages to get out of our small town and make something bigger of my life. i was taught to hunt by my father. At the age of 18 i decided i wanted to travel Chernarus and left home to be a traveling nomad with nothing more then the clothes on my back and the skills my father taught me as a child which included more than just how to use a rifle to hunt, i was also taught how to survive on my own in the woods and respect others. After a few months i found my self out on the streets fighting to survive, when you live on the streets of cherno you learn that you will do anything to survive i learned the best way to get what you want is to wait for the right time to strike and attack when you see your opening I am quiet and observant and wait for the right time to strike. i know chernarus well and im trying to find my family once again. i am alone on my journey but im looking for people to accompany me on my search. My name is Nik Drokovski(short for Nikali), my mothers name Yolanda and my fathers name is Bill.