It always starts somewhere
At first impressions, I am merely your average Černoruská with a loving and caring rodina, yet if pressed hard enough I might reveal a bit more. Though let's be honest here, isn’t that basically how everyone is? We are all unique in our own way, but given the current situation, I feel like I’ll share a bit more with you.
Now you are probably wondering what kind of secret a Černoruská like me could have. Perhaps my bloodline is tainted in some way making me unworthy to be seen as a true Černoruská? You would be right in assuming so as only my Mother is a true-blooded Černoruská with a bloodline dating far back to her great ancestors on both her parent's sides. My Father, on the other hand, is like me, not a full Černoruská at all. His Mother is a South African who grew up on a small hunting farm close to the town of Magersfontein.
Now you might be wondering how my Father's Parents crossed paths being so far from each other? Well, their first encounter wasn't the most romantic of sorts if you were hoping for a heartwarming love story. They simply met each other in their early teen years when my Grandfather was visiting my Grandmother's farm while on a hunting vacation with a bunch of friends. As love would have it a strange and unexplained attraction grew between them and it wasn’t many years after that they were married. My Grandmother shortly after moving to Černe Rusko to live with my Grandfather.
Not even the Iron Curtain can stop us
Not to say that Černe Rusko was better off at the time my Grandmother moved here. Stalin's rain had just come to an end. The end brought a lot of good to the region, cities prospered, factories were finally repaired, thousands of people were housed and many were pleased with the things they have received, however, the hatred for communism and the ethnic tension was still burning deep down in them. However that was the minority, the majority of the people decided to ignore, but never forget the past. My Grandparents simply focused on working while raising my Father and living a normal life. They usually had nothing to worry about as long as they listened to the regime and obeyed. The economy especially in the cities prospered from the 1960s until the early 1980s, when Černe Rusko along with the Soviet Union entered a political and economic turmoil.
The government grew weaker and weaker, less influential in all spheres of life. Corruption, the loss of jobs, private owners, money going to the rich from the poor, the rich became richer, and the poor became poorer. Factory after factory was shut down and people were stressed, people were angry, nobody was happy. People expressed their anger more and more, nationalism burned inside of them. Ethnic tensions arose as people started to express their hatred through violence. Gangs, mafias, criminal organizations, blackmail, became a part of every-day life. Drugs and illegal weaponry and trading. As the 1990s came the country was broken, even though it was the decade that saw the fall of the Soviet Union.
Regardless, my Father along with his Grandfather had gained a lot of influence. It's through my Father's Family Influence that he met my Mother. She was a nurse at the Novodmitrovsk Hospital when my Father met her. He had injured his arm while loading logs onto a truck. Part of my Father's Family Influence stems from their rather successful lumbering company. After my Grandfather had survived the Second World War as a Cossack he founded the lumbering company which continued to prosper well into the present day.
My older brother was born four years before myself and even though our country was still part of the Soviet Union my parents had grown quite good at moving about and remaining unseen. As for me, I’m technically not born on the beautiful soil of our country, unlike my brother who was born in Novodmitrovsk . I instead was conceived on the small island off the coast of Černe Rusko known as Utes. You see my Father was a very proud Černoruská, regardless of his past, and hated the presences of the Iron Curtain that hanged over our country at the time of my brother's birth. My parents had experiences what the Red Menace can do and wanted to avoid it with me. So they escape to Strelka which is a rather rural and desolated town on Utes. It was out of the eye of the Red Menace which was good enough for my Father. With my Mother and Brother in somewhat safety, he would continue to resist and fight against the Soviet Union while my Mother stayed in Strelka with my Brother and later on myself.
While I was growing up my Mother and Father were very loving and caring people or at least that was what I’ve been told. For the first four years of my childhood, my Father was hardly around as he was part of the resistance movements that stood against the Red Menace. My Mother and Brother after my birth would assist him as best they could and that often mend that I would have to be left at home. As a result throughout my early childhood, I could only remember my Nanna or Nanny as you would call her. A loving individual by the name of Luba Alexeev who lived in the town of Strelka when my family moved there. She took care of me when my family was out fighting for a better tomorrow.
When a Nation gives the call
And that better tomorrow finally came. With the Soviet Union finally driven out of Černe Rusko we as proud Černoruská were left to build up our country on our own and we were not going to waste this opportunity. Now you would think life improved after that, but no, at least not for me. Since my family had fought in the resistance and were active members within it until the end my family was given respectable roles and position within the newly form Chernarussian Defence Force (CDF) that rose from the resistances ashes.
My Father, who had the most to proof and fought the hardest was made a Nadporučík within the 142nd Maintenance Battalion of the 14th Logistic Support Regiment. It came as no surprise as my Father during his resistance times would spend a lot of time driving supplies to and from resistance depots. Stealing and maintaining vehicles that the re under the leadership of Kapitán Bedřich Menshov with my Mother also serving in the same Battalion as a Rotný. With a background as such, I would grow up with driving being a slight passion of mine and the "Motorhead/Petrolhead" gene running quite strongly through my veins. With my entire family being mechanics it comes with no surprise that maintaining and using vehicles is almost second nature to me. However, as such this mend that they were constantly busy keeping the growing fleet that was accumulating on the airbase maintained. My brother was put on the fast track regarding education and would be prepped to become a valuable CDF soldier in the 34th "Ryc" Engineer Company. When the CDF decided to build a large airbase on Utes, my family practically live in it instead of Strelka. Leaving me with my Nanny to grow up rather dislocated to my parents and sibling.
Getting lost in the Boesmanland
Before I turned 4 my mother after a long discussion with my father decided it would be best if she and I left the Fatherland and try to rise me abroad. The constant struggle that the Country was facing proved too much for her. Even though the red menace had fallen the coming years would provide straining on Černe Rusko and she did not seem up to the challenge. As a result, she took me and moved back to South Africa to live with her parents before I had to start Primary School. Leaving my older brother with my father to hold up the family torch as it were.
My mother’s parents were farmers and during the weekends when I was there I was a sheepherder for them. As I was living in the hostel of the school during the week. While living there I soon realized that my mother’s family seemed to disapprove of my father and indirectly of me. They could not stand that my mother married and bared two children with this Chernarussian oath as I heard them call him. It is in part of this that I slowly started to loathe any sort of foreigner. It was through how my mother handles the situation which determined and inspired to be stronger and hold on tightly to my Chernarussian roots. It wasn’t entirely bad living in South Africa with my mother’s family though. If there is anything I cherish during my 9 years in South Africa it would be the advice my mother taught me growing up. Through her actions and motherly love, she opens my eyes to the fact that caring and kindness just makes life go better. As such it is a trait I hold on to quite dearly now in this time of chaos.
At the end of my primary school years my mother finally decided that it was time for us to return to from wens we came. Our Fatherland Černe Rusko. As I boarded the plane a mixed of excitement and dread filled me. The plains of the Kalahari and Boesmanland had become my home. I had grown to live off it and respect it. The South African soil was a much a part of me as Černe Rusko. Unfortunately this would be the last time I would see it as my Fatherland had called and it was my duty even at a young age to answer.
• Moves back to Chernarus and lives with his family in Balota through Highschool which he attends in Chernogorsk. Skipping Grade 9 due to his intellect (4 Years) – 2002 to 2006
• Starts his studies full time in Cherno for Bachelor Degree in Criminology (1 Years) – 2007
I always wanted to be a Police Officer
• Joins the Police Academy of Cherno and completes boot camp (1 Year) – 2008
• Did continue and complete his studies in Criminology part time (3 Years) – 2008 to Feb 2011
• Completes entry level status (1 Years 2 Months) – Feb 2010
• Gets assigned to Komarovo Precinct due to Family contacts and remarkable performance in the field – March 2011
• Buys his own house and starts living in Kamenka – April 2011
• Starts to get to know the town locals (9 Months) – Dec 2011
• Gets offered Captain promotion, but declines – 2015
• New Captain gets assigned to the Komarovo Precinct – 2015
• Starts forming a close relations with Captain Pavlovna – 2016
• Martial Law gets implemented by the State – May 2017 to July 2017
The Star that burn bright Red
The Civil War, when brother fought against brother. I had just joined the ranks of the Chernarussian Police Force after finishing my year of boot camp. Mind you I was still a Cadet at this stage and nowhere near ready to tackle the streets on my own. I know I make it sound far worst then you might think it was, even more so since my first assignments were in the hustle and bustle of Chernogorsk.
To this day I can never forget Četař Biskup and the day I was assigned to him. I was in my early 20s, had overslept and was running late. I stood in front of him waiting for scolding or something, but it never came. He took one look at me and scoffed before walking away, only to return moments later with a razor. In that sort of 'Father-like' tone, he told me to clean myself up and report to him once I was ready. He was persistent when it came to our appearance, not only mine but his own and any cadet that crossed his path. He tried with the older officers, but most just ignored him.
• Is forcefully put in unpleasant situations during Civil War - July 12th 2009 to October 18th 2009
Love finds a way to your heart
The Forest of Nightmares
Unity through difference
Mr Kruger I presume?
This isn't the Chernarussian way
The Siege of Berezino
Flying high with the song of happiness
Not another window
Stubborn old Fool
Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders.
Hyperalgesic Trypanophobia - Fear of needles.
Claustrophobia - Fear of confined spaces.
Myopia - Short-Sighted
Scars and Damage
I have a small scar on my left arm, at the very top of my forearm where it meets my elbow, this was a childhood scar.
I have a small vertical scar above my left eye that some brute gave me when I tried stopping him and his crew scavenging a crashed SU-25.
I have a bad looking scar at my lower left abdomen and back where an SVD round penetrated right through.
I still have faint signs of a broken nose gotten during a fist fight with Eamon Hanley.
I have two scars on the left side of my neck close to my collar bone. It's the reminder of when I got shot by a Survivor.
I have a scar on the right side of my chest under my armpit. It correlates to a scar on my back. It's from a shot I receive while protecting Doctor Elizabeth.
Listening to all kinds of Music
Spite Lemon Lime Drink
Cow Meat that has been BBQ
Crunchin Crisps Cereal
Canned Tactical Bacon
Being at heights without proper safety
Personal facial hair, so always try to keep it to a soft stubble if possible.
People of Interest
Thomas Kruger, Elizabeth Smith, Baz Saunders, Felicia Lindell, Birger Dal
Kristian Holmen, Markus Letter, Lankin Delacroix, Casper Hawk, Faith Capella
Hynek Nedved, Spartak Kozlov, Miloz Kozlov, Pyotr Kozlov, Sofia Kozlova
Ludvik Kozlov, Benedikt Kozlov
Dennis Colson, Jayden Hughes, Kjartan Andersson, Matthew Kegg, Michael Howard
Jack Ripley, Kristen Klein
Luke Andersson, Tyrus Mason
Radec Sokov, Milos Reznik
Erik Soucek, Calandra Vlcek, Miroslav Rehak, Arnost Kovar, Dima Gorovnik
Jona Smekhov, Khandra Myska, Bela Kovar, Merek Kolsky, Matej Nemec
Ales Martinek, Nikolai Kral, Jurik Horak, Maxim Karcarov, Patrik Carda
Maksym Simonov,, Petr Sabol, Nijole Zuraw, Laska Vrubel, Elaine Cervenka
Grigory Drugov, Branimir Cermak, Mikhail Sokolov, Kuba Kovac, Domek Svoboda
Maxmilian Myska, Dominik Dvorak, Elliot Rivers
Dolores Haze, Liam Hart, Reed Hamilton, Sofie Richter, Colt Valentine
Tivian Ecsha, Louis Scarpaci, Ivan Lynch, Ulysses Fears, Chris Saou
Eddie Sorella, Rory Taylor, Quinn Gray, Alexander Rudnik, Murdock McClane
Kira Kovar, Jaxon Valentine, Jason Dpres, Collin Rose, Dylan River
Nikolai Hagelund, Edwin Ashford, Claudette Ashford, James Peterson, Hope Pisces
Jack Lemons, Carlo Viviani, William Mackinnon, Ethan Jones, Rain Valentine
Finlay Macleod, Jason Hunter, Marie White, Grey Albright, Noah Russo
Charles Hanes, Nadya Molotovkova
Stephen Brackett, William Banks, Diadora Estelle, Lexa Skyette