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Marek Sobieski
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Polish Special Forces on a mission
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1969-06-09 (50 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Krakow Poland
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
    Eastern European
  8. Languages
    English Polish
  9. Relationship
    Alicja Sobieski
  10. Family
    Colin -son,
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    191 cm
  2. Weight
    115 kg
  3. Build
    Fit and Agile
  4. Hair
    Dirty Blonde
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Occupation
  8. Affiliation
    The GROM


My name is Marek,

I am a former member of The GROM (polish special forces). I was sent down to Chernarus soon after the outbreak happened to answer some big questions for my people back home. As GROM, we never get the chance to ask too many questions and they only briefed us on what we needed to know to accomplish the mission.

The mission was simple...so we thought. The platoon was sent down to Chernarus when intelligence discovered that a level 5 contagion has nearly wiped out an entire population. We we're kept in a quarantined environment and given heavy doses of god knows what which was designed to boost our immune system to whatever was going on down here... That's when I knew this was serious. After a few days in quarantine I noticed that the group kept getting smaller and smaller. We started with 20 of us and after a week there were only 5 of us left...something was wrong. They told us that they didn't pass a certain physical test and we didn't think anything of it.

After a week of quarantine, the five of us were loaded into our SM-1 chopper and sent down over several borders where we neared our destination when SHIT HIT THE FAN. We flew in over the North West mountains of Chernarus. The group was amazed by the vast and beautiful horizon that we almost forgot what we were here for. I reached for the radio and attempted to make communication with alpha and let them know that were nearing the drop zone. No response.. I didn't think anything of it I just thought it was an altitude thing. I figured I'd try again when we reach below 10,000 ft. That's when we heard a loud THUNK and A CRANKKING sound followed by a haunting beep coming from the chopper. The pilot announced an engine failure and told us that something must've gotten caught in the rotor of the propeller. We we're going down. This was not the time. This was a maximum security mission where they told us that the fate of the world could be in our hands. Losing oxygen from the accelerated decrease in altitude.. I passed out.

What the fuck.. I said when I awoke. I reached for one of my platoon mates next to me and checked his pulse. He was gone. They were all gone. I grabbed for the satellite radio and recited my mayday commands that were drilled into my head 6 years ago only to be replied with static.

I was out here all alone.

If anyone find this.. I'll be making my way to the coastline to try to get a better signal.


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