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Vladislav Koronov
Character information
  1. Alias
    Vlad
  2. Date of birth
    1995-01-10 (25 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Gvozdno
  4. Nationality
    Belarusian
  5. Ethnicity
    East Slavic
  6. Languages
    Russian, English
  7. Family
    Aleksey Koronov, Flina Koronova
  8. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    78 kg
  3. Build
    Standart
  4. Hair
    Short
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    The right eye is bigger than the left

Background

My name is Vladislav, Vladislav Koronov. Male, Age: 24.
My friend can call me "Vlad", for others — Vladislav only.
I rarely tell someone my last name.

I was born and lived in Gvozdno all the time I remember myself.

After the disaster, I had no relatives or friends left — my parents died, and I lost contact with friends.

Before the apocalypse, I graduated from high school in Gvozdno with distinction and got a job at a garage in Berezino.
My father was a farmer, so sometimes we love to play chess with him, and several times in my childhood I went hunting with him.
Father very often talked about the army, and more specifically about weapons, various military habits and more.

On the day the troops were brought in, I was sick and stayed home. Parents were at work and I never saw them after that.
I learned about what was happening on the radio.
After half an hour, I continuously heard the distant howl of police car sirens (mainly from Severograd).
I had little faith in what was happening and thought it was just someone else's joke, but when a convoy of several military UAZs and Urals drove through the village at high speed, I began to worry.
Because of my illness, I felt terribly sleepy and I decided not to resist it and fell on the bed, then fell asleep.

The next day I woke up around noon. Parents were still not at home. I looked out the window and was horrified - ten meters from the house stood my neighbor, turned to me sideways. He made strange noises, and that part of the face that he was turned towards me was completely eaten up, and his eyes were empty and dead.
It aroused a chilling fear in me and I fell to my knees all in a cold sweat. I was trembling and I did not know what to do. "Is all this really? ..".

When I came to, I drew the curtains and the entrance door to the key. Having been alone with my thoughts until the next day and listening to the radio at a low volume, I realized that most likely I would not see my parents...

During these, I periodically heard distant (and not so) shots. By this moment, my father’s pneumatic gun found in the closet was already lying next to me. Days passed and a couple of times I managed to see how several surviving residents are still trying to shoot back from those who were unlucky.

Once I opened the window and tried to shoot one of the walking dead. From the fourth shot I managed to put him ...

Since then I sit back in my house and periodically make sorties in like Pusta and Nadezhdino, the area near which I knew very well.

I always did not trust people, especially those whom I do not know at all. After the disaster, nothing has changed, I still wander alone. In most cases, I managed to elude contacts in people (some of which expressed clear signs of aggression). Who knows, maybe I will be able to find people who will accept me...
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