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Lateral Cziffrik
Character information
  1. Alias
    Lateralus
  2. Mental
    Comic
  3. Morale
    Help anyone in need. but wont be pushed around
  4. Date of birth
    1985-11-12 (34 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Boston, MA
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    white
  8. Languages
    english,
  9. Religion
    N/A

Description

  1. Height
    175 cm
  2. Weight
    92 kg
  3. Build
    stocky
  4. Hair
    brown/thinning
  5. Eyes
    brown
  6. Features
    Tattoos: -banksy (on leg)
    -cross with "in memory DAD"
    -inside right bicep "all seeing eye"
    -Large scar on top left chest.

    -Dark features (eye brows, eye color)

    -Beard with strong grey streak to the left of chin

    -Strong Jaw line (without beard)



  7. Equipment
    backpack, Gauss, water, water, water, jeans, poncho , dr, mask
  8. Occupation
    neurologist
  9. Affiliation
    N/A
  10. Role
    Humble Helper

Background

I go by Lateral short for Lateralus Czifrik (my parents were neurologist) LATERALUS. The definition: the deepest and most prominent of the cortical fissures; separates the frontal and temporal lobes in both hemispheres, so the Lateral Cerebral Sulcus serves as the bridge between these two areas of the brain (in short, its what keeps us in "reality").


It's interesting when you grow up in a house of Doctors, death is all around you. Time spent with father was nil, his work, often took priority over mom and myself. He always had time for the sick.....but never us. It reminds me of a saying, "a child who is not embraced by his village, will burn it down to feel its warmth" the pain never left me from those days of rejection. fathers love soon became cold and distant .
Some were shocked by his (father) suicide! not me. He was always saving people from death but yet, couldn't wait for it, himself. A man can only see so much suffering and death before it starts to break down his or her belief system.
The years came, the years passed. soon after his death my daughter was born. with death comes life i guess. she was a parting gift from my father i would say . it was 7 years from when she was born till the out break. we enjoyed every second of every day.

after i graduated, father insist i go to the old country to do a residency. GYOR, HUNGRY its what he did after graduating and he always wanted me to follow in his footsteps. he always wanted that father son bond without putting any face time in. who knew i would build a life over here. i always had a feeling of, "if i leave, i wont come back." he always tried to guide me (father) who knew he would guide me away. i love it over here. mainly because its not home. im free here to be my own man. not in that shadows of another mans accomplishments. over here, its my legacy and mine alone. iv always wanted to do great things in this world. NOT in Boston though. so getting out was the greatest gift my father ever really gave me. so at the end of the day. its all love. i was always trying to shake that city boy attitude. its always got me into trouble. my attitude calmed over the years. since the the infection, you could say my anger has "made an appearance" back in life.................we all can understand why, i hope

i will never forget the day the infection came. it was a cold and and dreary day with grey skies and a light wind. I thought they were safe. he was wrong! soon he could hear them getting closer. one day my daughter, outside on a swing was attacked by the infected and before i could get to her, she was covered in blood and screaming crying. soon she will be one of them. i know what i need to do!!!! . Pacing back and forth, i had to do it. As she slept, i slowly pushed down on her beautiful face with a pillow while saying under my breath, "i cant see you as one ........i just cant see you as one" my wife screaming, crying, raced to try and save her daughter......but she was holding a lifeless body.

My wife and i tried to continue together in the world post infection, A cold rainy night near GYOR, i stood over her with a pillow. with a feeling of liberation i pushed down on that pillow as her legs kicked, kicked just like his daughter did. soon, it was over. alone at last.

I, like my Father was in the field of neurology (brain surgeon) before the out break, Knowing my profession, I knew I had to be apart of the solution. This meant I had to go to ground zero, the source of the infection, Chernarus. The only problem is getting there. Knowing that all I had was the bag on my back; i started through the fields of Hungry as the roads were jam packed. I was walking toward the direction of Istanbul when I heard the scream of a child, when I came upon it I saw a family of three being attacked by the sick. That is when I intervened and stabbed the sick person in the head with my pocket knife, essentially saving the child while being able to remove the threat. Upon rescuing them, the father, Mr. Maggio said, " There is no way I can ever repay you. We have one seat left on our crop duster, although it is not a real plane it is efficient if you keep it low." He didn't have to ask me twice, I followed their lead to the aircraft.
We took off and stayed relatively low, maybe five hundred to a thousand feet. Not knowing that the noise from the motor was attracting the sick. The plane ran out of gas near Samsun, Turkey and we had to make an emergency landing. The aircraft was overtaken by the sick and the family was taken while i escaped through the left wing and jumped off. I was blessed enough to find a dock nearby with a motorboat. Taken off to Chernarus and having to swim part of the way, I finally made it.

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