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Feliks Belinsky
Saunders
Character information
  1. Mental
    Fragile
  2. Morale
    Content
  3. Date of birth
    2003-02-13 (17 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Chernarus
  5. Nationality
    Russian
  6. Ethnicity
    Chernarussian
  7. Languages
    English | Little Russian
  8. Family
    Parents - Vladimir Belinsky (Missing), Catherine Belinsky (Unknown)
  9. Religion
    Atheist

Description

  1. Height
    167 cm
  2. Weight
    64 kg
  3. Build
    Skinny
  4. Hair
    Dirty Blonde, Short Undercut
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Scars on both arms from self harming
  8. Equipment
    Basic survival items, bat/knife for defensive purposes and a journal
  9. Occupation
    Dockworker

Background

My name is Felix Belinsky, I was born in Berezino on February 13, 2003 raised by my English mother and Chernarussian father in Chernarus, Russia. I spent the first 4 years of my life being looked after and home schooled by my mother whilst my father worked out at sea for months on end importing and exporting goods in and out of Chernarus. But with tensions increasing within Chernarus and my mother getting scared my father thought it would be safer to move us out of the country and so late 2007 we moved to my mother's birthplace of Birmingham, United Kingdom.

Life in England was great at first, I excelled in school, had a ton of friends and my parents got along all the time. But once I had moved into my teenage years i began to hang around with the wrong crowd, who ultimately brainwashed me and got me to rebel against society, completely changing my mindset and making me start to hate society too. I hated how we were supposed to meet its standards and if you didn't you'd be classed as an outcast all because you didn't want to feed into it. Because of this I started to smoke cigarettes, do drugs and drank whatever alcohol I could get my hands on. Violence and ASBO behaviour became the norm and I began to really enjoy it! It was a way for me to take my anger out on others and I loved that I was in control, I was the one with all the power! I always knew that I shouldn't have been doing it but me and my friends thought we were invincible, we did what we wanted, when we wanted. I knew I could get away with anything, all I had to do was pretend to cry to get my mom to feel bad for me whilst begging her not to tell my father what she had caught me doing and she would always agree to it because she knew that my father would beat me black and blue if she told him. I completely and utterly had her wrapped around my little finger.

I spent 5 years mentally tormenting my mother until she finally snapped and showed my father the letters from the police that stated I had been arrested for theft of a vehicle, not only that but she had written down everything I have ever done and she told him absolutely everything. As a proud Chernarussian man that always put his family name and honour first he could not believe that his only son would tarnish his family name in that way. After spending a few days thinking about his disappointment in me and rumours of our family began to circulate within the community my father decided that the only way to get away from the embarrassment of our family name would be to move back to Russia, Chernarus in specific. He told me that I was going to become a proud, young, hard working Chernarussian man that would eventually lose his stupid English accent too. I absolutely hated that, I'd always considered myself to be British and for him to force a brand new culture on me and even expecting me to speak with a Russian accent really pissed me off but I knew that I had to do whatever he said, I'd never seen him this angry and I consider myself lucky to be alive right now with how strict he is.

Since arriving back in Chernarus in early January 2020 my father has been working on the docks again, only this time around he's loading the imports and exports onto the ships rather than going back out to sea, I guess that was his way of keeping a close eye on me after what I did. We were living in a flat above the pub in Svetlojarsk, my mother stayed at home whilst I was out with my father working on the docks, I told him that I shouldn't be risking my life as punishment but he didn't give a shit. I've been scared out of my mind these past few months, especially when May 5th came around and we heard rumours that people were rioting and getting thrown in camps. My father never returned that day and I still don't know where he is to this day, the worst thing is that my mother went out to look for him after Marshal Law was declared on May 10th and she never came back either. Ever since I've been running around Chernarus looking for my parents. I've heard horrifying rumours about those camps that are being setup and what’s happening within them, I'm so fucking scared and have no one. I think I'm going to die.

 


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