Kázimir Slavomír Horák was born in the hospital of Belozersk on the 29th of March 1999.
Kázimir was named after his great grandfather Slavomír Horák.
His family was know for it's great militairy tradition as far back as his last name was recorded the male family members have been members of a branch of the militairy.
After his father died in the civil war of 2009 Kázimir had no other option but to join the CDF like his cousins after finishing high school at the age of 16 he signed himself up for the militairy school of novigrad.
after two years of marching with heavy equipment learning everything he could know about militairy equipment and tactics he turned eighteen and was put into active duty.
When he was younger before his father was forced to go back into service during the civil war he went out fishing with his father on lake beloe.
He learned alot from his father about ethics and how he should always be prepared to do what is necesery to keep him and his loved one's save.
He had a lot of uncle's and aunt's who all had sons and daughters they all lived close to each other.
His family was extremely unified in what they beliefed theyre country should be like their extreme right fiews were very quickly implanted into Kázimir's brain.
In the first week of the outbreak his battalion was moved to South Zagoria.
He was left at a checkpoint whit his company to man it it didn't take long to be overun by the infected he and some of his comrads fled the chekpoint being the last one's alive after being able to contect the rest of the battalion the four of them started marching east to the bigger cities.
upon arival in elektrozavodsk they found nothing but infected and dead soldiers they decided to holdup in an apartment and try to make contact with the battalio from there.
It didn't take long for the infected to overun the soldiers Kazimir barely escaped from the building before one of his komrades started firing at everything that moved killing the rest of the soldiers and the infected.
Kazimir started runing realising the gunshots would only atract more infected he ran towards the coaste where he jumped a row buat and started rowing out to sea.
after a day of rowing kazimir decided that rowing amleslly out into the green sea wasnt a smart idea he turned around heading back north to the coast thinking he might make it back to his battalion if he looked hard enough.
after two more days of rowing he had no more water or food he had no options left.
Out of nowhere it started raing he couldn't be happier he collected as much as he could.
Kázimir drank as much water as his stomach could hold the rain hold on for hours as thunders and lighting starde rolling out of the sky.
His boat started rocking up and down on the waves wich were becoming more agressive by the minute he was thrown overboard ash his boat sank.
An unkown amount of time later Kazimir wakes up washed up on the coast of an island he hasn't seen before.