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Vile Czernobog
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1991-02-17 (28 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    Russian, Chernarussian, English.
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    193 cm
  2. Weight
    90 kg
  3. Build
    Lithe, toned.
  4. Hair
    Shaved down to the skin
  5. Eyes
    Hazel Green
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    Naturally Czernobog's most predominant feature are the series of tattoos that cover his entire body, many portions have been retouched over what is discernibly scar tissue.
  8. Equipment
    The only notable equipment is a rather strange looking radio.
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
    Eclipse. Vlad Visus.
  11. Role
    Chemist. Soldier.





Kirovograd changed who I am, who I became after the outbreak matters now, who I was before is dead."

Being reborn in the hellfire taught me a lot, watching the dissolution of the ignorant and blind taught me more. Within the rubble and ashes new things were built and destroyed and with each iteration I was there, a dead man at the gates. She changed everything, set into play pieces that only the maddest of minds could conjure, she picked me from the filth and turned me into this, my own Comfort riddled mother. Through her madness she saw improvements to be made, I was not the only chosen but one of the many she saw the most need to amend, she knew you couldn't break men the way you break an animal. The harder you beat a man, the taller he stands. To break a men's will, to break their spirit, she chose to break our minds. Men have this idea that we can fight with dignity, that there is a proper way to kill someone; it's absurd, it's an aesthetic we needed to endure the bloody horror of murder. She destroyed that idea.

She showed us what a messy, terrible thing it is to kill a man and then showed us how to relish in it. Shoot to wound, then execute the wounded; burn them. Take them in close combat, destroy their preconceptions of what a man is, and you become their personal monster. When they fear you, you become stronger, you become better. But let's never forget, it's a display, it's a posture, like a lion's roar or a gorilla thumping at his chest. If you lose yourself in the display, if you succumb to the horror then you become the monster. You become reduced. Not more than a man, but less; and it can be fatal.

I was born in Kirovograd and I died there too, now I'm a horseman of her personal apocalypse.



She's sent me to South Zagoria in an effort to reaffirm some form of competence towards the East. The presence of Raiders that far from home is reassuring, but their trouble with a couple of meaningless survivors needs to be brought to bare. A few men will await my reports at the border and relay them every twenty-four hours and these men and women Vlad controls will be made to understand their purpose. 


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Yes please.

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