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Holic Toman
Character information
  1. Morale
    Wavering
  2. Date of birth
    1994-08-23 (25 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Debroe, Chernarus
  4. Nationality
    Chernarussian
  5. Ethnicity
    White
  6. Languages
    Chernarussian

Description

  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    75 kg
  3. Build
    Stout, not overly muscular, someone who can keep his footing. Natural upright posture
  4. Hair
    Brown - cut short to fight the possibility of lice
  5. Eyes
    Hazel-Green
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Overall young appearance, weathered by the dreary new world he has adapted to. Slight facial hair although kept to a minimum.
  8. Equipment
    Most easily identified by his black fireman pants, although he has long forgotten his top.
    He not afraid of carrying more than a simple backpack as he was used to carrying bulky awkward oxygen tanks.
    A old respirator stay's in it's carrying bag on his thigh, attached by 2 buckles that secured it to his leg and Velcro strap that sung over his belt.
    Weapons can range widely on the situation and condition of previously handled firearms.
    A fireman's axe will always stay with him, however painted black or green to hide the bright red of the metal blade.
  9. Occupation
    Fireman | Although now fires are near the best sources of comfort

Background

Holič's childhood was packed with adventures while growing up in a small village just north of Novodmitrovsk. The stretch of road was surrounded by forests and cut into two by a railroad that ran nearly directly through it. Running wild with the few friends that the village supplied. often hunting squirrels with his sling shot or acting like his father, putting out imaginary fires and helping the helpless with his early childhood imagination. In later years they would talk of their father's deeds with the coming civil war, seeing near constant coverage of the state of the country via the local news. Constant hatred would seem to wash over students in the schools, often holding views that simply mimicked their parent's, leading to more fights and young revelries. As Holič approached his final year of school he would decide to join the local fire department; not only just to fallow his father's footsteps, who was chief at the station, but due to the amount of hope and happiness he had seen them bring to the unfortunate throughout the years.

Many at the station were weary of his decision to join the crew, they thought he would get a unfair advantage as the chief was his father. If anything, this made it harder for him. The bare minimum was intolerable. His father would often have him on edge in the house, having him jump up in a moment's notice and dawn his equipment just as if he was on shift at the station. If a certain time was not met then "corrective training" would be used, which is a term his father must've borrowed from his uncle. Once it came time to take the Physical Performance Test, he excelled. Not only making his father momentarily content with his performance, but justifying his ability to keep up to the rest of the men there.

As years passed, Holič's standing with the other men had improved, haven proven himself as a capable and dependable team member out on the field as they covered a wide area of the north eastern part of the country, being only one of a few stations. Though when news of an airstrike had struck a military base no too far from his station, It was odd that they were never called for, simply on high alert. Everyone was confused as the racket had been heard for kilometers around, yet calls never came. As tensions rose between the nations, shifts would become longer; everyone was on alert for another airstrike or armed conflict. As predicted, Artillery came down apon the surrounding cities, fires and ruble encapsulated the city as the surrounding local departments responded to the numerous calls. No one slept. The following day was nearly the same, yet matters got worse. As things got worse and it was realized that there was nothing to be done. What was left of the military forces in the area had instructed martial law.

After hours of pleading, Holič's mother would convince him, and his father to leave and travel south into the seemingly safe part of the country, Though everyone had the same Idea. As they were fleeing from the north so were hundreds of other families from various cities and small villages. Before they were even able to reach the first checkpoint, cars were bumper to bumper. Honking from the rear began to fill the road as drivers witnessed odd men beating on their windows and doors, all attempting to get inside of their vehicles. What ensued was horror.. Most of which is now nestled deep into the back of his mind. Seeing his mother and father ripped away as he escaped by kicking out the back window. Fleeing to what he saw as the only direction without seemingly possessed peoples. The woods. Covered with the blood of those who had birthed him. The screams of others would haunt him to this day, as he made no attempt to go back for them.

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