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Vladimir Visus
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1991-04-07 (29 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Norilsk, Russia.
  5. Nationality
  6. Languages
    Russian, English.


  1. Height
    194 cm
  2. Weight
    88 kg
  3. Build
  4. Alignment
    Chaotic Evil
  5. Features
    Glossy white left eye
  6. Affiliation
  7. Role


*A group of people sit by a fire in Novigrad under the moonlight. Survivors of the infection, huddled together telling stories of their travels. Up next is a grumpy old bastard, ridden with dementia. As he flicks open his bottle of whiskey, he begins to tell a story of his own.*

"A piece of shit smuggler with no morals and no respect for human life. That would be a typical description of Vlad before shit hit the fan. Making his money by fuelling the war within Chernarus. He didn't pick sides, he didn't care.

There was a side of Vlad that nobody knew, even his little smuggling minions. He was a spiritual man. Not your common Jesus obsessed brain dead fuck wit that was normal throughout society. Vlad and a group of others spread throughout the globe worshipped Iris. 

Iris embodies the moon. She enforces a strong will upon those who provide gifts for her. Gifts, in an essence, is anyone who didn't worship her. Human sacrifice if you will. The story of how that came about is for another time. Anyway, Iris commands flow during the night. When she is in full view, her disciples would prey. Slaughtering settlements, carving families until there was nothing left of them. Eh, the gritty details aren't necessary right now though, let's get back to Vlad's involvement. 
Vlad led the tribe for years. Before the infection it was obviously a lot more secretive. They didn't just roam the globe killing innocents. It was mainly a manipulative group of individuals feeding money into an underground cannibalistic religion. Vlad was the undeniable king of manipulation, far surpassing the others. He introduced the cannibalism as a way to better control the others. He instilled an addiction for human parts and the like, but he himself didn't partake. He faked it, to you know, avoid the horrible side effects of consuming human remains. It was basically brain washing if you ask me. His tribe looked to him for guidance, for Iris. 

So yeah, the infection strikes. Everyone everywhere goes fucking ape shit right. Not the tribe. They thrived. They regrouped in Chernarus and caused havoc. Killing hundreds and destroying groups of survivors who were, well, just trying to survive. All the while using their victims to please Iris. Then the first winter struck. The clouds covered the moon. They couldn't make contact with Iris.
The tribe moved to Takistan. Ransacking their way through the barren wastes of the desert land. Again, murdering innocents within the hundreds. They cut through the established factions, blasting them away into nothing. They were so fucking powerful under the moon, it was scary. Like yeah I get the whole psychotic, murderous cannibal thing is scary to begin with but these guys, for being only 20ish strong, dominated wherever they went. Let's not blow too much steam up their ass though, things take a turn.
Summer came back around in Chernarus, so the tribe returned. Takistan was milked dry. Again, the same pattern occurred. People died in a gruesome manner. The numbers of survivors had dwindled since the tribe last visited the war-torn nation. It angered Iris. Some of the tribesmen say Iris caused the summer showers so they couldn't reach her because of this. Vlad was losing control of them.
Their caged insanity was leaking.
The clouds were blocking Iris and the tribe was quickly losing their power. 
Vlad needed to end them, to escape Iris' grasp from turning them into nothing more than an infected with a gun. 

Vlad organised them into a circle. He used his manipulation ability to convince them of an afterlife with no clouds, just Iris. One by one the tribesmen blew their brains out on the shores of Kamenka. Vlad looked on as the men he lead ended their existence, believing in his word of an everlasting existence with their goddess. Vlad knew it wasn't true, he even loaded his gun with a fucked up bullet. He wasn't going to die that day. 
He burned their bodies. Fled back to Takistan and began dosing himself up on some type of opiate mixture. Vlad was trying to forget. He knew what he was doing, frying his brain until all that was left was his skills as a killer and as a leader.


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