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Mojmir Zakrajsek
Character information
  1. Morale
    Weakened, but not giving up.
  2. Date of birth
    1966-09-08 (53 years old)
  3. Nationality
  4. Languages
    Russian, Chernarussian, English
  5. Religion


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    68 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Occupation
  8. Affiliation
    Chernarussiy Otryad Bystrogo Reagirovaniya, Dalsi


Mojmir was born on September 8th in 1966 to a broken home, his father was a drunk and his mother was the victim of repeated physical abuse at the hands of his alcoholic father. When Mojmir was six his mother had gotten pregnant again, but his father caused her to miscarriage after she was pushed down the stairs. 


Mojmir killed his father when he was asleep after the death of his unborn sibling, the authorities came and hauled Mojmir off to a detention camp at six years old in ‘72. Mojmir spent all of his youth in a detention camp and was forced to grow up quickly. However in ‘84 Mojmir was approached and offered a job, the description was simple. 



Mojmir sat quietly in his pitch black cell atop his wooden bed, walls encroaching uncomfortably on all sides.

There was no light here. There was no hope. 

The familiar clash of the metal window on the door being slammed down echoed through the cell.

“Prisoner 11374265.”

They didn’t use your name here. You weren’t human to them. You were a number.

Mojmir stepped up the door and put his hands through the slit on the cell door, but instead of cuffing him, the door flung open, revealing a tall man in a military uniform. The man towered over Mojmir and puffed on a cigar.

“Twelve years.”

Mojmir looked at him questioningly.

“If you want your freedom again, you can have it, but you’ll be working for me.”

Mojmir nodded and looked harder into the man’s eyes, they were stone, empty, the eyes of a remorseless killer.

“I need a cold hearted bastard like yourself Mojmir.”

Mojmir was recruited into the 40th Army so he could prove himself before he was officially recruited into Alpha Group, he participated in the Panjshir Valley Offensive, and when Soviet troops were caught informing the Mujahideen, Mojmir carried out reprisals, executing twenty seven Soviets caught leaking information. 


After the success of his reprisals, he was formally inducted into Alpha group in ‘89 at the age of 23.


Two years later came the collapse of the Soviet Union, he had no idea where his mother was nor did he care. He left for Chernarus in January of ‘92 and given his experience was officially inducted into the COBR at the group's inception in March.


Years passed and Mojmir stuck with COBR, his loyalty solely to them. When the outbreak came, the mission remained the same, he stuck with COBR through the initial chaos, then finally left for Jelení Ostrov with the group when the ‘dust’ settled.



Mojmir pressed the slide release on his Glock releasing the extended magazine revealing the completely full 24 round double stacked magazine.

Mojmir pushed the magazine back into place and racked the slide then takes a look around him.

He was on the top of a barn loft peering out of the circular window, rain was softly tapping the roof and blanketing the lands below. It was almost easy to forget about the apocalypse.


“Time to move, J.” came a familiar voice.

Mojmir looked over to him, it was Straz, they’ve known each other for what seemed like an eternity.

They both got up and proceeded to exit the barn and jogged to the shore where a boat waited for them to depart.

Mojmir stepped aboard and glanced over to Straz, nodding slowly and glancing back to the shores of his home, then he draped his foot over and kicked the boat away from the dock.

Once they arrived at Jelení Ostrov, Mojmir was separated from his team and he caught a sickness, he was inches away from death and far from any medical clinic or doctor that could save him. 



Mojmir limped his way into the warehouse and slammed the white doors behind him, jamming a metal bar in handle then propped himself up against the wall. 

He could feel his strength and every bit of will slipping, with every bit of strength he reached for his radio and raggedly voiced what could very well be his last words. 

“If anyone is hearing this.. I need help, I’m holed up in this warehouse next to the Air tower.. If you can help me.. I won’t make it--” 

Mojmir drops the transmitter and passes out, his part was done, this was up to someone else.



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