Born of a Chernarussian man and half-Russian woman, whose presence was well-known to the Miroslavl hospital she dropped the child off at -- Tatiana Cermakova never knew the warm embrace of her mothers arms before being abandoned. Tati had only her mothers (rather common) last name during her childhood, and never bothered looking for the whore who'd left her. The foster care system in Chernarus was worse than other countries, especially with the bloody civil war raging around them, and kids easily fell through the system. She was on the street by twelve.
Tati spent time working as a child, doing odd jobs and stealing for the chance to spend time at peoples flats. She grew up quickly, and worked for people who occasionally stiffed her the cash they owed. Scraps and fights over that rarely went in her favor, but they happened. By the time she was in nineteen, she had made a small network of friends, and was spending time doing work as an unlicensed Roofer. When there was no work there, she'd spend time working as a Miner, a recovering industry that didn't always appreciate the influx of women in their jobs. This meant slightly more cash for rent, even if it was from employers who didn't care enough to check their workers. She'd work hard labor, and although she'd spend time crammed in apartments with other workers, it meant a roof over her head and food on the table. It worked for years before she suddenly found herself out of a job and without coverage, when a hard fall injured her shoulder. Friends disappeared when she couldn't help with rent, and the streets swallowed her back up.
Destitute, she turned to the occasional drugs provided by those who wanted her for less pleasant work. Eventually, she moved into South Zagoria by a man who claimed he could help. In short, he never intended too, and she escaped the house he ran a few months later. Over the next several years, Tati was once again homeless on and off, rarely able to find a stable job for a woman with little education. She also had nothing to offer any potential husband, not that she wanted one. Men were an unwanted and unpleasant part of life. Regardless of where their loyalties lay, she found no comfort in CDF nor foreigners.
Desperate times turned to desperate measures, and by the time Martial Law was called in South Zagoria, May 3rd, 2017 -- she was used too doing anything and everything in order to sleep, eat and keep safe. Tati hid in the panicked masses. The outbreak meant more tension, more foreigners, and more danger. But she'd survive as she had for years. By any means necessary.