Before the apocalypse, my Uncle was a Cryptologic Network Warfare Specialist.
He was in charge of initial cryptologic digital analysis to establish target
identification and operational patterns; identifies, reports, and maintains
Intelligence information. While he was commissioned in the Chernarus Defense Force,
He learned skills and knowledge and remained what the force
needed to stay organized, operational and dangerous. I grew up in Kamyshovo
with my uncle and aunt after my parents died after a hiking trip went wrong.
When I was young I taught myself how to read and write, and with the help of
a man passing through, I learned algebra, geometry, and calculus within the
span of 10 months. After going from a military police officer, to a field soldier,
to a luitenent, my uncle ended up behind a computer screen. With matters of national
security at his fingertips. I stayed enjoying myself, going camping, and hanging out with a man who was in
charge of the entire armys artillery. I became very familiar with every single
gun that came in and out of Chernarus, I could make one from scratch, take one
apart and put back together, and I knew all secret locations where weapons were
stored. After the outbreak I went to a secret underground hanger in the outskirts
of Chernarus to the North East. I had took a mountain backpack, m4a1 with 4 coupled
STANAG mags and an entire ammo box full of 5.56mm Rounds and 45. ACP Rounds for a
secondary 1911 with a flashlight and 2 mags. The rest of my space was occupied with tactical bacon and full canteens. I survived in the woods for 6 months,
living off of meat of other animals after all of my bacon was gone. I had not ever emptied an entire mag before, I had plenty of ammo and only shot my gun
whenever I had to kill game. I was doing good till I was encountered by a group of clown masked bandits who stole everything, I re-geared in all black with
a black motorcycle helmet and camoed Mosin. I now oversee the town of Elektrozavodsk and kill anyone who is worthy of my live rounds. I help those worthy of it,
and give food, tools and ammo. They fear me, but know that if they are good people. They will stay protected under my watch.