My character is Wolf Ethernal, a Russian-American decedent born in america just before his mothers passing his father migrated from Russia to america before the outbreak. Wolf was a student with a genius mind and was never any sort of deviant. Although his father was a soldier and a amazing gunsmith, Wolf chose to invest his amazing Knowledge in technology, however he was forced to learn to be a gunsmith and how to handle any weapon because of his father, wolf never completely went down that path. Wolfs father sometimes spoke lots about Russia and the way he missed it and some of the amazing places to visit along the way, so when Wolf turned 19 and followed his dream as a programmer he also wanted to help those struggling. As such Wolf took time to chose his employment and ended up choosing a job in Chernarus with a company struggling to develop important technology for servers and communication operating systems for Chernarus. While he was employed for he company he became familiar with the route to his work but struggled with communication with neighbors and locals as well as navigation anywhere else but his regular commute. The day the outbreak happened he was at work early one morning mysteriously all the servers shut down and was followed by an un-describable military siege that took total military control of the town. continuing work without internet and confused by the military's sudden takeover he kept to himself, later that day however gunshots and chaos overtook the town as a plague spread throughout the streets. Afraid for his life Wolf barricaded himself in his office for many days without communicating with other people in the building, although on the second day things fell silent in the building... outside was another story. For three weeks Wolf lived off of the short luxury's provided by his coworkers for taking the job, while so, outside of the building was still chaos until towards the end of the third week when things fell silent. Filled with the guilt of maybe letting his friends and coworkers down and the lack of supply's, Wolf left his defenses to the ruined streets of the town. Trying to navigate back to the hotel he was temporarily staying at he navigated around sambaing walkers and down streets and lost his location in the streets of the downtown district until Wolf found himself on the edge of town trying to decide the options of weather to go back or to venture out. his decision came quickly as gunshots were fired in the town only blocks away from where he was, and forced him afraid for his life, to leave to avoid the wandering zombies around him as they quickly hoarded toward the yelling of people in the distance.
Wolf now is somewhere on the south-east coast of Chernarus, rumors of an great gunsmith helping others repair there weapons flow slowly around, however Wolf really try's to find the best place to help others and establish order and help those in need, as the world around him is dangerous and unfair. He plays a game of trying to determine good and bad in people which could mean everything, and is unfortunately really hard to do with being a foreigner exposed to a new environment and language he doesn't speak all to well, lost afraid and unable to adapt easily he helps all those he can as he fears often what might become of him as he wonders and helps more and more people.