Born on the 24th of September, 1982, Nikolai was born into the Vashkov family. He was a normal child but he'd often prove to be a challenge within the school environment, not easily bonding with the other kids in his class and even taking his anger out on school property, this resulted in him being kicked from multiple schools and forcing his mother through stressful episodes of moving house. Seeing his only parent in such distress made him think of what he was doing, he had one last school, one last chance to prove that he could fit in and he sought out to do so.
During the final move, his mother had sat down with him to discuss what she wants him to do but before she could even finish the sentence, Nikolai had reassured her that everything was going to work out. He attended every class, made a small group of friends he could trust and he could finally call himself normal, all in the name of his mother, he wanted to make her proud.
His father would come home every so often, dropping off some gifts to let us know that he was thinking of us during his military excursion -- The rest of the family hated how he was away for so long and dismissed the idea of even allowing Nikolai to follow in his footsteps. He wouldn't stay for long, a couple nights and he left once more, not knowing if he'd even make it back.
Everything became normal, quiet even. His father hadn't been home in awhile and in an attempt to contact him, Nikolai was met with the same voice message over and over again. Growing ill with worry, Nikolai and his mother took a trip down to his place of work, Balota airfield, upon talking to a high ranking soldier, they had informed them of his tragic death in the field. Heartbroken and stricken with grief, the world thought this wasn't enough for the Vashkov family.
One early afternoon, Nikolai had headed out to fetch groceries for the household, finding the streets oddly desolated, abandoned cars at every turn and distant gunfire coming closer. In a hurry, he headed home and informed his mother of what was happening but before they could stop to think, CDF had bust down the door and had thrown Nikolai and his mother into the back of a military flatbed. Upon constant asking of where they were going, they had finally made it to their final stop. It was a quaint little outpost, they forced us out of the truck and locked the gate behind us in hopes it would keep us safe. Looking out into the street, hundreds of people charged toward the soldiers, thrashing their arms and tearing flesh from their bodies -- Was this a cult? It was the stuff of nightmares, terrified, the people inside of the outpost managed to flee but with so many people, Nikolai was separated from his mother.
Nikolai finds himself alone, he'd always depended on his mother but it was up to him to make the choices between life and death. She had raised a man, not a boy. It all went quiet after that minus the gunfire, infected became more tame -- often deaf in some cases, sneaking around towns and cities seems to be the most effective method but if you pissed them off enough, they'd charge in a mental frenzy. You have to be careful who you put your trust in nowadays, this world has bought the truth out of others, revealing the ugly side. Along with the infected came people who didn't belong here, they say they come to Chernarus for safety or come up with some work related excuse -- They made the poor mistake of coming here and now with no where else to go, instilling fear in those who don't need to be here will make for a good start.
His blood family had already come to their demise but it doesn't mean he can't make friends or even brothers. I'll put their name here as a reminder ;