My name is Roy Kalo and my story is no different from your other no-life wanna be big shots in Brooklyn. Well I shouldn't really say that, me and my brother got into a lot of fucking trouble. Somehow we made it through it all. Hell, living in a two bedroom apartment with six people isn't the most fun in the world. On the bright side, we had something, and that is more than nothing. Growing up was rough, some nights not eating anything, some nights worse than others, and some were nightmares. My mother was always sick. My sister couldn't do anything but study. Us three brothers did what they could. Year after year of the same fucking shit. Risking my life on the street, it gets fucking old. Then it happened, my sister got a call from some hospital in this other country I've never fucking heard of. So of course we pack up and left for Chernarus. We stopped in a pretty decent hotel. This place was different and strange, but I liked it. After months of my sister doing whatever she did in that hospital, she noticed something strange on somebody. The dude had turned into some kind of animal. That very moment, the world stop turning. Everything happened all at once and my world was slowly falling apart, piece by piece. Months after this "outbreak" I tried doing all I could. I looked for friends but ultimately ended up finding a lot more foes. A couple groups here, a lot of good people, even a fucking war. I stayed alive somehow. I always ask why, why has so much happened and how am I still alive? This is my story... and this is just the beginning. The world is broken, shattered, and hopeless. Well maybe there is a chance for it to be fixed, but nothing I can see in the near future. I've lost everything: my family, my home, my life. Might as well be the end of the world as we see it.
Months in this, whatever it is, and I'm still alive in this place. I'm actually doing okay. I met a man named Ken Medenhall. His people they took me in. They fed me, gave me some things, and I ran off. I've ran into this man ,Ken, and we always help each other in whatever way we can. The first time our paths crossed was a bit crazy. A little while after that first meeting, he offered me a spot in his family, The United People of Salvation. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but hell it was something. I kinda liked it. They took care of me, as I took care of them and that was all i could ask for. I rose up in this family because I was a pretty good shot. Bandits, wolves, and other shit, I guess the old coot Ken liked it. I guess everything is working out for me. Ken and I became great friends, hell more of a father than I ever had, the U.P.S was my family, and I was proud to call it that.
Months of shit, Ken was killed like the rest of everyone out in this hell hole. After that I was done. All my friends and all my family were gone, and now so am I. These fucking Russian fucks or whoever captured me and put me in this god forsaken camp. Day to night Working, and nothing more. I don't care where I go, I don't care if I go back to the same hellhole I was in. Just waiting for my time to get out.
Every Fucking night Starving myself, These fucking slavers are killing me.I can't walk, but I have to get back to Chernarus. I have to get back to people I know, I have to get back home.
I made it, I'm home..Chernarus. It is..different, but it is my home, it always will be it always has been. I met some of my brother's men, or aqaintances. One by the name of Werewolf promised me something, something great. I ended up joining his group of followers known as 'The pack'. Their ideals definitely lined up with mine after what I had been through in the slaver camp. You need someone watching your back in this fucked up world. It was going well for a while until one of my old friends ran across me and told me that my brother Bobby was up in Russia. I had to leave, I knew that leaving meant that the pack would hunt me down but family is family. My fucking brother and I were together when all this started and I'll be damned if I'm not with him when I go out. The Pack was a great group of individuals with goals I could correspond with, but blood is thicker than water.
I found Bobby, me and him are working to reestablish The Black Roses. I know that Alan is going to have it out for me, but I can certainly fend for myself. Let's see where this thing goes.