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Robert Bykov
Character information
  1. Alias
    The Captain
  2. Mental
    Strong, disciplined and emotionless
  3. Morale
    Good hearted but ruthless
  4. Date of birth
    1990-05-22 (29 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
    American and Russian
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English & Russian
  9. Family
    Bykov: Russian Military Family
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    181 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Broad shoulders, good build
  4. Hair
    black short
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    A small scar under his eye
  8. Equipment
    Military gear
  9. Occupation
    Soldier and factory worker
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


I was was born and raised in the city of Detroit. Both of my parents were russian and came here with little money so we weren't the richest bunch. As both of my parents are russian I of course got a russian last name although as they wanted me to fit in with the rest they gave me an american first name Robert Bykov. I was always told that I could become whatever I wanted to in America and that this was the land of opportunity although I never saw it that way. Just a few blocks down my street you could see houses in ruins with threats sprayed on the walls. Almost no one could afford decent things where I lived so they came into school with dirty rags that of which they reffered to as clothes. If this really was the land of opportunity why is everyone in my area living like slobs while those over in NYC are living like kings? When I was 18 my mum died. Shortly after when I turned 19 my dad wanted to move back to russia. Mum always used to tell me how great it was during the soviet times where economic struggles were next to none existant. When I graduated I couldn't afford getting into a college. Almost no one in town did. I decided to move to where my dad held up, the district of Cheranarus. I moved in with my dad and I soon found a job at a local factory yet things were not like mum and dad had told me. Both me and my dad were struggling with the economy and barely made enough money to get enough food. Turns out things got pretty bad after the soviet union desolved. At least thats what the elders like to say. When I was 23 my dad died of heart failure. He was buried right in my garden. Now I had no idea how to continue living as without dads income I would be unable to pay the rent. Only a few weeks later we heard a loud siren sounding just like the one warning about a chemical leak. I started panicking and went on my phone to see if I could find any info on what was going on. The first thing that popped up on my phone was this big text: "Опасная химическая утечка! Ищите убежище немедленно! (Hazardous chemical leak! Seek shelter immediately!)" And here I am.

Everything changed so fast.  Russian soldiers were forcing a hasty evacuation of the refugee camp. It was chaos. People were just sent out into the night. Aid workers were herded onto trucks. I threw on jeans and tshirts and left everything behind.  I still don't know what happened to so many of my friends... We rode in the dark, no headlights, along coastal roads for nearly an hour. Every few miles we stopped and the soldiers would shout things in Russian. I couldn't understand much except "over there" and "hurry". Sometimes there were gunshots.

The soldiers were attempting to move a couple wrecked cars out of the road when we heard the screaming. Screaming doesn't really describe it. Nothing had ever sent chills up my spine like that. Horrible, inhuman, nightmarish shrieking. The soldiers began shouting and then a symphony of gunfire. We were pulled from the truck and told to run. Before we could take our first steps, we saw them. Twisted, twitchy silhouettes, briefly lit by the muzzle flashes. They moved so fast; tearing into the soldiers with animal ferocity. We ran.

That was months ago. 

Since the the outbreak I've managed to survive by staying in the shadows and being overly cautious and following his gut instincts. When meeting new people he always offers a helping hand in peace and only becomes hostile to those who threaten his survival.


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