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Aaron Egorov
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1987-04-12 (32 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    76 kg
  3. Build
    Mildly athletic
  4. Hair
    Dark, short hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Occupation
    Police Captain


My name is Captain Aaron Egorov, born April 12th, 1987. My father was Russian and my mother was American. Their relationship was rocky, to say the least. I was raised mostly by her since my father was a soldier in the in NAPA, and joined the CDF after the war. I tried joining, to make him proud, but failed. That was the last time I saw my father. The disappointment in how weak I was brought shame to our family he said. He told me that I would never amount to anything, and that I would have been something had I been raised in his homeland by a proper Russian. My mother and I moved to Dolina after he left, to get away from all of our gossiping neighbors in Elektrozavodsk, and because we really couldn't afford it anymore without my father. It was there that I was able to join the police force, and help provide for my mother, who was truly too old to work at this point.

About 5 years ago she got sick, and she didn't make it. Pneumonia is a hell of an illness. I continued in Dolina, rising through the ranks. Right at my 30th birthday, I became the youngest police captain in Chenarus history. I don't know if that would have been enough for my father though. He always looked down on the police in the region, saying they never did enough. After I took my position, it was like the world was out to get me. Just a couple weeks had passed and an extremist attacked a wedding. Folks in my town didn't seem to care as much as what was happening out west, but I heard a lot of radio chatter about the riots in Berezino. I guess they had a lot more nationalist pride than Dolina. Even with that, I got word from above to declare marshal law shortly after, which did not go over so well with my people. Several houses were left vacant within hours, for fear that we would have a repeat of 10 years ago. They wouldn't tell me where they were going. Then the attacks started.

I was pulling an all nighter at the station trying to settle a dispute about a hunting incident that happened in the woods west of town and I swear to you I heard those explosions. And it wasn't just once. The attacks kept happening. Some were saying it was the russians, some were saying it was extremists, some were saying aliens. I didn't know what to believe. Nobody was reporting anything though. I was getting chatter from up north about soldiers being moved around though. I always suspected something fishy about that base up there but I had never guessed what they were truly behind. All of a sudden I started seeing a lot more people pass through town, with wild tales of what was happening up north. I was request to dispatch my men up there, but I ignored this command. Part of me had a feeling I would need them. Next day we started to see what people were talking about. They looked like locals, but way worse. It looked like something out of a George Romero film. We tried to fend them off, but when our tools had become useless, we resorted to guns. Even that didn't seem to work well. Several of my men fled Dolina with their families. I promised those that were staying that I would protect them with my life. When I wanted to request backup, I couldn't even speak on the radio. It was being flooded with cries of the same shit we were seeing here. That's when I told folks to board up their homes and hunker down. I, along with a couple of the other men that had stayed, went door to door scavenging supplies. The goal was to keep everything in the station and ration them for as long as we could.

That was a few weeks ago. The few folk that decided to stay in the station with me have been getting antsy and heard Zelenogorsk was empty, and would probably have more food. We didn't have a whole lot left, even with losing a few more folks. Its good to see these walkers outside aren't too bright. Down the street, the Pavlov's seemed to have become infected, but are trapped inside their boarded up house. Even with being conservative, I am running out of ammo. We are just a small town. This is not something we were prepared for. I'm hoping for the best. But I will not let Dolina die. These people count on me.


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