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Fedot Rolov
Character information
  1. Mental
    Indifferent
  2. Morale
    Hanging On
  3. Date of birth
    1984-02-06 (35 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Berezino
  5. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  6. Ethnicity
    Chernarussian
  7. Languages
    Russian, English
  8. Family
    No living family.
  9. Religion
    None

Description

  1. Height
    186 cm
  2. Weight
    102 kg
  3. Build
    Average
  4. Hair
    Short, messy, and brown.
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Fedya has no distinguishing marks but has a prominent nose that is pinched at the bridge, dark brown eyes making it difficult to see his pupils, and a sturdy angled chin.
  8. Equipment
    Only what he finds in the city
  9. Occupation
    Former Mill Machinist
  10. Affiliation
    None
  11. Role
    None

Background

Born to Mikhail and Avdotya Rolov in Berezino, Fedot (pronounced Fed-ya Ro-l-off) was raised in a loving household. Like all children, he attended school and graduated. There is little to glean from his past aside from acquaintances and friends that are now either dead or missing. Some of these took place during the civil war, the same thing that took both of his grandparents. Others were lost when the infection first hit. Between those times, he worked in the factory with his father, milling metal and machine parts. When he wasn't at work, he would hike, or hunt, maybe even fish, but honestly most days, he would return home from work, crack open a bottle of vodka or a few cans of beer and watch television. His life was boring, ordinary, and didn't stand out from hundreds of Chernarussians who slaved all day only to relax all night before bed, before waking up to do it all over again.

The infection is when his life finally fell out of rhythm and he woke up from the his boring life. Now he had to stay awake, pay attention, search for details. This sort of thing was easy to do in the factory, but now his work was to live. Since the infection spread, Fedot has survived by scavenging the major cities and picking out friendly enough survivors to trade or make camp with for the night. In the last two years he has made and lost new friends. The few groups that he fit in with broke up over group fighting, although more than once they were captured by slavers, or killed by bandits. For the last month, he has taken to returning home to Berezino. Because it lack military resources and the numerous infected that infest the area, he has not been bothered much. He longs for the days when he had no worries or concerns. The safety and comforts that society had provided him were not likely to ever return, but even so he sits in his apartment. When he finds it, he drinks his beer. When the signal comes through, he listens to the radio now. 

These small comforts are no longer what they were. They were commonplace before Chernarus was shut off from the rest of the world, now they have become delicacies. Each moment of peace, each sip of cold beer, every minute of of sweet song on the radio. Now he fights everyday to retain what little humanity and comforts he has left, and won't stop fighting for them until the world can finally over take him.

 


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