Artyom Dvorak, a regular chernarussian born to a Russian father who served in the VDV and a native mother who constantly worked to keep the family afloat whilst his father was away, even when his father was home it meant beatings and empty liquor bottles strewn around their tiny Vybor home. The only peace he got was when he was out with his uncle, A man by the name of Jagurav Biskup, whom took a young outcast Artyom under his wing and showed him how to hunt and survive in the hills and fields of Northern South Zagoria. Many of the lessons his uncle taught him drew him further out of the zone of feeling and more into the subconscious autonmaty, thus removing his sense of personality when behind a rifle. he was also bullied extensively for being scrawny, and slightly slow when it came to math and other complex mathematical algorithms, He loved to play outside and even had a crush on a girl who went to his primary school. One day after finishing a soccer game it had been raining and a young Artyom asked said girl on a date and offered her the last piece of the candy he could find, his favourite, the girl took it and pushed him down a hill. This experience stayed with him, thus he could never even face a woman let alone a girl he liked ever again, until he worked up the courage to.
There was plenty of times where instead of going to play outside after this incident he chose to stay inside and read books, expanding his knowledge and vocabulary to the point where he spoke fluent English at a very early age. This habit of not being social continued into his high-school life, where instead of going to parties with the rest of the kids he would stay home learning how to maintain his hunting rifle and gaining a large amount of money from fixing other hunter’s weapons. This helped to create a spark in his brain that leaned him more towards firing his weapon and bagging big game rather than merely fixing up weapons and set him into the path of becoming a social butterfly instead of the outcast he was at the time.
Over a period of years during the downfall of the USSR, he was forced to hunt to even feed his family for the week, yet the skills he developed in the fields near Lopatino and the hills of Tisy stuck with him to his adulthood. He made a career out of big game hunting in the western parts of Chernarus, many of his friends praised him as a very friendly man and a generally all around swell guy to hang around with.
The death of his mother and father in a freak car crash, in 2007 put a heavy burden on his shoulders and he quit his job hunting to mourn his recent losses, yet when the time came for the civil war he had already been in the CDF and gone through their very basic sniper school earning a sniper’s patch and a position within the 89th light motorized company as a marksman and designated sniper. It was through sheer luck that he had been fully enlisted once the civil war broke out and the CDF were pushed back to the northern hills of South Zagoria, he managed to fend off the ChDKZ from setting up reinforced supply routes to the front lines up north, thus neutering their abilities to mount an armoured offensive against the remaining CDF forces.
During the Civil war Artyom and his spotter were out on a routine scouting mission, when one of the spotters from a ChDKZ mortar team spotted the pair and proceeded to shell the treeline, one of the shells landed square on top of the spotter's head and exploded; The resulting fireball caused arty to have full burns on the right half of his body, luckily he can still walk, talk and shoot.
After the Civil war Artyom stayed within the CDF for eight more years earning the rank of Master Sergeant and learning lots of small tips and tricks with the NATO forces he was stationed with at the small military compound outside of the town he grew up in and loved to the core of his soul, yet even with the help of the other guys in the “Démon rychlosti” (speed demon) he still couldn’t get a wife or a girlfriend. This made put him into a depressed state and as a result of his efforts he wasn’t on point when it came time to deploy in takistan, many people he knew were either killed, blown up or crippled for life. Thus making the decision of where to place the blame for those events easy by putting it all on himself since he wasn't on point.