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The Nikitin Prodejna - Trade Post Event
TODAY | 2019-04-21 17:00:00 (server time) | Starts in 1 hour, 46 minutes | Chernogorsk Docks | Peaceful
Stephen Hewitt
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Stable, Strongly Disciplined
  3. Morale
    Low, Improving Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1978-11-13 (40 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Arabic
  9. Family
    Mathew Hewitt, Nathan Hewitt
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown, Shaggy
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Lower torso scarring, "Nightstalker" tattoo across chest.
  8. Equipment
    Cargo Pants, T-shirt, Vest
  9. Occupation
    Special Forces Helicopter Pilot
  10. Affiliation
    United States Army
  11. Role


My name is Stephen Hewitt, age 40. I am the oldest of 4, born into English - Czech family. My family immigrated to America from Northern England shortly before my youngest sibling, Emily was born. Father always told us that it was for the good of the family to move west and experience this "new life" after the eastern nations plunged into warfare, but the move, at the time, proved to be a challenging for my younger brothers, Nathan and Mathew. Life was simple for us shortly after the move as farmers in the "new world". That was, until our parents grew apart and mother had left to return to her home town, Solnichniy.

As the years passed by, my siblings and I had reached the point in our lives where father wasn't able to do the things he did when we were younger. We had to step up and take over operations around the farm to provide food for the family. I took on a rather unusual hobby in aviation, and when I was reaching my 22nd birthday, we had purchased our first airplane to help on the farm. I spent the next few years flying the old crop duster around the farm, and when we had purchased our second airplane, I made a business flying supplies to other farms.

Before the outbreak, the world had been deeply plunged into conflict. Nations around the world participated in a nuclear war that seemed to keep humanity on the edge of life, and it, unfortunately, pulled our family into it. At the age of 28, I had joined the Army, and with an extensive commercial aviation background, I made it through warrant officer school and had begun flying Blackhawks out east. I felt an obligation to serve my home country for my family, and I guess that had rubbed off on my younger brother Mathew, who had also joined shortly after.

Through the years of building up rank as a warrant officer, the Army had taken me places I would have never imagined existed in the world. After a few of what seemed to be unending tours in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Takistan, I found myself on the next deployment flight out to Chernarus. Half of me was regretting staying in the Army for this long knowing about all of the chemical warfare stuff going on around that region, but the other half of me felt good knowing I'll be closer to mother than my family was the past decade and a half. Maybe this was my chance to ask her face to face why she had never written to us in all that time.

After the long flight to the end of the world, we had arrived..
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