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Daletski Chernov
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Date of birth
    1991-09-24 (28 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Languages
    Russian, English
  7. Religion


  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    50 kg
  3. Hair
    Short, Rough
  4. Eyes
  5. Equipment
    Somewhat light equipment
    Basic survival tools (Knife, Matches etc.)
    Spare clothes
    Old video tapes
  6. Affiliation
  7. Role


Daletski was always considered quirky growing up, as labelled by his older siblings. He only had his mother as a mentor and she was the one to teach him the difference between right and wrong having had his father walk out at an age that he can't quite remember meaning that when Daletski reached the point of adult, he would become the breadmaker for the family. All pressure hit him all at once the moment he turned 18, his mother would constantly inquire about whether he landed a job or not which slowly pushed Daletski away. He thought the military would be a good idea, there was soon to be a war between Chernarus and Russia which meant that they needed soldiers, right? Wrong, after inquiring, he was met with no response only to be left wondering. After months of searching, he had finally landed a small time office job, it wasn't much but it put food on the table. Finally making his mother proud.

Less than a decade later, he's left with himself and his thoughts, he had a couple relationships but nothing that stuck or was worthwhile. His mother had passed away from unfortunate heart complications and in order to take his mind off of it, he thought that it'd be a good idea to head to Chernarus to further his education and gain some knowledge about the Civil War that had passed. He was sure it was safe since a long time had passed, perhaps they got over the war?

During his study time, he was met with ridicule because of his Nationality, being called a murderer, the devil, everything you could think of. It began to chip away at Daletski but it was understandable, Russia invaded and killed more than enough people to send a message.


Sirens would echo in his sleep, the TV static would grow louder and the same scene replayin in his head, almost on a loop. When he'd finally snap back into reality, he would be staring at a fire, the sound of cicadas covered any silence left, empty cans would litter the ground he sat on as the firewood crackles. Morning was upon him.



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