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Maksim Petrov
Character information
  1. Alias
    The Great
  2. Mental
    going insane
  3. Morale
    losing hope
  4. Date of birth
    1990-12-06 (28 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Russia
  6. Nationality
    Russsian
  7. Ethnicity
    Russian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    alone
  10. Family
    died off
  11. Religion
    protestant

Description

  1. Height
    179 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
    Wide shoulders, bulky upper chest and lean body
  4. Hair
    high fade blonde hair
  5. Eyes
    blue
  6. Features
    scar on the left eyebrow
  7. Equipment
    Everything he can carry that kills or puts food in his stomach
  8. Occupation
    Miner/Chedaki militant
  9. Affiliation
    none
  10. Role
    none

Background

(3rd person) A young Chedaki militant that survived the bloody civil war. With his leaders being hunted like dogs, NCO's from his unit rounded up and executed Maksim Petrov went back to his bidding in the mines, to hide from a fate he fought so hard to not have. Many of the miners in his village took up arms to fight, they fled to the mountains in masses to learn how to use a rifle, prime a grenade, how to fight your own government. The glory's of war, battle, adventure, and meaning in their lives, they were flattened by utter defeat and a grotesque images of death. Maksim witnessed a lot of his friends die, his ignorant leaders sending them to a fate they knew all to well. Its why Petrov doesn't feel remorse or guilt as he tried to find his old quiet life again working in the mines as his once comrades were lined and shot. The villages he fought for, his dead friends fought for, seemed not to wince at the defeat and only embrace peace as it was. For many long years Maksim struggled about that time in his life and the outcome of the war, people lived under an enslaved peace with the new government... a false hope. When the virus started the government seemed to even play a part in spreading it, or at the least were ignorant to the mass extinction of the human race. (1st person) It swept across the hamlets, towns, and city's I once gave blood for. This truly was my biggest defeat, watching my people get torn limb from body. I witnessed death in war but seeing family's eat family's, neighbors and friends, tearing skin and muscle off of each other like mad men. I've been living in this hell I call my life mostly alone now. Im fucked up in the head, what grip of sanity I so tightly held onto after the war, was torn from me, like a young mother and her child surrounded by those demons. I wish so greatly that I could retire this life, trade it for the dark mines and be normal, secluded again. I have to keep moving now. Village after Village searching for what other haven't found. I avoid other groups, Its hard for me to be around them, few I've found the comfort in company. Only When I see a fellow Chedaki or a young face born into the apocalypse do I see purpose in life. I have killed men to survive and I've killed men for their food. Never will I take after a demon and eat another man, but I will do what it takes, even if my mind is scarred with death and gore, I can see the light in a world covered in darkness.

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