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Spartak Makarov
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Character information
  1. Mental
    Stable
  2. Morale
    High
  3. Date of birth
    1994-09-23 (25 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Svetlojarsk, South Zagoria, Chernarus
  5. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  6. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  7. Languages
    Chernarussian, English, Russian
  8. Relationship
    Single
  9. Family
    Garry Makarov, Natalia Makarov
  10. Religion
    Eastern Orthodox Catholic

Description

  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    91 kg
  3. Build
    Athletic
  4. Hair
    Crew Cut Brown Hair
  5. Eyes
    Blue Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Equipment
    Police Baseball Cap, Aviators, Police Jacket, Police Pants, Black Military Boots, Leather Police Duty Belt
  8. Occupation
    Svetlojarsk Police Officer [K-9]
  9. Affiliation
    Černaruská Policie
  10. Role
    Sergeant

Background

Spartak Makarov was born in the small town of Svetlojarsk in Northeast Chernarus. He was the son of Garry and Natalia Makarov. Garry Makarov worked as the town's Police Chief and served as a role model for Spartak while growing up. His mother Natalia worked as a Doctor in the town's Clinic. Growing up in a Upper Middle Class household, the Makarov's did quite well for themselves always providing for their son, though they were not around Spartak much due to that hard working mentality. During his teen years Spartak took a real interest in his father's profession seeing how much of a rush chasing after a armed individual can give a person. Not knowing if the next day or moment could be his last, Spartak loved the rush. Once he finished school he started as a Patrolman working through the ranks of the Svetlokarsk Police Department, ascertaining all sorts of accolades over his career. Spartak worked as Harbor Patrol, K-9, and was even apart of his small town's SWAT team. Out of all the sections he served in by far his favorite was the K-9 Unit. It was there he found a permanent place in the department, gaining his own dog, Pavel, and his own patrol vehicle. Years go by and criminals come and go, Spartak is enjoying life until one terrible day, he heard over the police radio that officer's needed assistance at the town hall. A Riot had gotten out of hand and needed K-9 assistance to keep the protestors at bay. Once arriving on scene Spartak noticed a weird sight, bodies scattered throughout the street with protestors what seemed to be beating them to a pulp on the blood covered street where the protest was going on. It was chaotic. Anarachists throwing fire bottles at the Riot Police, yelling, fighting, bodies laying in the street, it was a madhouse. Spartak parked his patrol vehicle behind the town hall along next to the Riot Police Van and other units. He took Pavel out of the back seat and put the leash on him around his vest. They jogged over around front and was greeted by his father who was managing the on scene commander at the time. The Chief Makarov then tells Sergeant Makarov that they are losing control and it was only a matter of time before the Riot line broke. Spartak replied to his father "I saw blood on the street sir and bodies, whats going on you fire on the crowd?!" He turned quickly and responded "Of course not! We've been hitting em with tear gas and rubber bullets, they're not even phased by them!" Just then a protestor dripping with blood from his face breaks through one of the Riot Officers and bites his father in the neck. Garry quickly reacting shaking him loose then bashing his brains in with his police baton. "Go Spartak now! Get help, radios are out! We're going to need the Military or someone else NOW!" Spartak takes Pavel back to his Cruiser and they pull off. Heading towards the town of Berezino lights and sirens blaring, passing overturned vehicles and people walking and fighting in the street. He finally arrives at the Police station and bursts through the doors to find a horde of dead Officers in the lobby with bullet wounds. "The Fuck..." he murmurs before heading back to his vehicle. Thinking quickly he starts driving to Chernogorsk to gain military assistance. Every mile he drives, more and more devastation..... the final destination, Chernogorsk PD.


1 Comment


YoMoney

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Great read! Take a look at your messages when you can, hope to have good RP with you in the future!

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