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Alexandr Broz
Character information
  1. Alias
    Boris, Dragomir, Wolf, hunter.
  2. Mental
    Paranoia but try to stay optimistic, depression, sleep deprivation.
  3. Morale
    take a drink every day just in case it might be your last
  4. Date of birth
    1994-07-24 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Olsha (Chernarus)
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    Chernarussian and English.
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Mother is dead (hanged her self). Father dead (hopefully dead). Grandpa dead (killed by walkers)).
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    92 kg
  3. Build
    strong build
  4. Hair
    short cut hair and a beard
  5. Eyes
    blue and green
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    - a black coloured bear tattoo on his chest
    - some bruises and cuts on his arm after the abuse
    - small scare across his right eye
    - several scars on his chest and on his back
  8. Equipment
    - a camouflaged jacket
    - hunting pants or Gorka pants
    - green military west
    - black ski mask and some sort of a hat
    - hunting backpack
    - pair of sunglasses

    - a hunting rifle or an akm
    - one hunting knife and a small axe
    - a handcrafted spear or an axe

    - a photo on his grandpa
    - a lot of vodka bottles
    - compass
    - fresh food and two Canteen
    - a small tent
    - matchbox

  9. Occupation
    traveler and hunter
  10. Affiliation
    don't care
  11. Role



Disclaimer: This information is naturally OOC (Out of character)

Dobry den (Good day)
My name is Alexandr Brož or also known as Boris or Dragomir depends on how you know me of course. Let me tell you a little bit about myself and who I am. I grew up In a city called Svetloyarsk in a dysfunctional family. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother was a drug addict or how you Americans say it junkie eh?. I myself was just a small child around maybe 4 or 5 don't really remember that good. Under time lived with my so-called family I experienced and witnessed a lot of terrible things, for example, my father abusing my mother that would later end up in her hanging her self from the sealing (still haunts me today), and I also got, of course, beaten the shit out of me and everything. I remember the day after mother death police came to take me away from my dad probably the most happiest day in my life but not for my Father precisely. He screamed at cops all sort of swearwords and threatened them if they don't give me back to him he would hunt them down and kill them. After a while, he calms down, and then he started to beg on his own knees it was pretty funny to see that big scary man become so little and scared, and I think that at the time I may be 9 or 10 years old.

Oke fast forward a bit. I moved to my Grandpa. In the village called Olsha there, he raised me like his own son. He is a very respectable man he taught me a lot of thing for example how to hunt, drink, survive In the woods alone and how to navigate he also taught how to be a good bartender and make good drinks. My Grandpa used to be a professional hunter back in his days and him also being an old military veteran taught me a lot about rifles and how to use them. And he thought it was crucial for me to learn all of this stuff because he had heard a lot of rumours about weird things happening and being paranoid he tried to teach me everything he knew.

*Sigh* then, of course, after few wonderful years all hell broke out dead returning to life and all that shit Kurva (fuck). I as many have lost a lot of things family, friends, loved one everything.

Well, this is it, for now, Na shledanou (Goodbye).



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