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Fyodor Yakivlev
Character information
  1. Alias
    Fedya
  2. Mental
    Strangely content, perhaps in an apathetic acceptance
  3. Morale
    He speaks optimistically, but perhaps that's because he lacks direction and is making the best of it.
  4. Date of birth
    1987-02-16 (32 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Svetloyarsk, Chernarus
  6. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  7. Ethnicity
    Russian Kalderash
  8. Languages
    English, Russian, Kalderashitska, Czech
  9. Relationship
    N/A
  10. Family
    None surviving
  11. Religion
    Russian Orthodox on paper, Rodnovist in oractice

Description

  1. Height
    193 cm
  2. Weight
    88 kg
  3. Build
    Tall, but lean, with broad shoulders
  4. Hair
    Dirty brown with hints of red
  5. Eyes
    Brownish-green
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    He has slightly sharp looking eyes and a bit of a crooked nose, perhaps from being broken once or twice.
  8. Equipment
    Just basic clothes, a small notebook and pencil, a pack of cigarettes. Somewhere, he buried his American uniform and dogtags.
  9. Occupation
    Soldier, farmer, hunter.
  10. Affiliation
    N/A
  11. Role
    N/A

Background

Fyodor Yakivlev was born in 1987 in Svetloyarsk, Chernarus. The son of a math teacher and a carpenter, he lead a simple life. He was an ethnic Russian (Russko Rrom, but who's counting), living in a Soviet satellite state. During his early years, the USSR folded and Western influences began to arrive. When Fedya was 14, his family decided to move to the US for more opportunities. His father found a decent union job working at an aviation factory, his mother continued her education and resumes teaching. Fedya, however, lacked ambition in life, and instead joined the military as a combat engineer. He spent a few years blowing things up and touring the world, before he got a special assignment. The US was deploying troops to stabilize Chernarus, and they needed interpreters and local cultural experts. So he went with them.
Eventually the military was beaten back and their scattered remnants left to fend for themselves. For Fedya this wasn't nearly as big of a deal. He began by scouting around his old neighborhood; but, not finding any surviving family, he settled on simply surviving for a while, starting a garden plot, listening on the radio, and delicately trusting other survivors, just for the rare good conversation.

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