Vasily Taerov joined the Russian Military at the age of 18 with no better options for a future, as with most Russians his age. He showed aptitude and desire in preforming the duties of a medic, upon seeing this his superiors assigned him to an infantry division as a Doc. He served out his contract with the military and was released and found himself moving to the small country of Chernarus.
Quickly employed as a Firefigher and medic in Chernogorsk, he found himself in the heart of the outbreak, the brown haired, well built, 36 year old slavic man found himself beating feet to the woods where he lived for 2 years before re-emerging to make his dent in the wasteland. You would recognize him by his squared jawline, blue eyes, brown hair, and muscular physique. A large russian flag on his right arm, and a Hammer and sickle on the left, old habits die hard for him.
His active goal in Chernarus is to try and find David Loans, an old, old friend of his, and together spread medical knowledge to the wastes. He feels that his life has a purpose and is ashamed in himself for running from the initial outbreak where he was needed most. In more than a few ways is he grateful for running as he probably wouldn't have survived.