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The Nikitin Prodejna - Trade Post Event
TODAY | 2019-04-21 17:00:00 (server time) | Starts in 5 hours, 43 minutes | Chernogorsk Docks | Peaceful
Ralf Waris
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1989-03-11 (30 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Espoo, Finland
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    Finnish, English, very little Chernarussian languages.
  8. Religion


  1. Height
    182 cm
  2. Weight
    82 kg
  3. Build
    Bulky, athletic, mesomorphic.
  4. Hair
    Short-cut with a mixture of blond and brown hues.
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
    Squarish facial structure, strong jawline, accent.
  7. Occupation
    Metalworking/Construction Contractor


Born in Espoo, Finland, Ralf was quite an exciteable boy in his youth, easily making friends with other kids while seemingly being a bit difficult to teach things to. Truth be told, he grew up knowing exactly what he wanted to do, having spent time in his father's workshop doing carpentry, tinkering and just making things that interested him. It wasn't hard to inspire him, especially with what occassional crazes come from early videogame consoles to other trends. His wild nature calmed toward more curious and careful habits, and he eventually rolled into a vocational college for a metalworking degree, and spend a year or so working for a moment before picking up a secondary construction degree. It was here where they offered him and several other students a chance to practice their work out of the country, in chernarus during the late stages of it's rebuilding.  Accepting this branch, they flew out in the middle of winter to the country, where they were lodged in a hotel and spent the days either working or relaxing and learning the chernarussian culture.

This drastically changed one night, as they began to see significant, yet brief presence of the military pass by, polices holding him and his friends from working for the while. An odd encounter, but this changed drastically in the evening as he was heading home, the road he had been cycling up and down for the past month now with a fresh splatter of blood. A hint of concern growing for the local farmers who had shown themselves to be nice as Ralf stopped to investigate for a moment. Never entering the nearby house with it's door left open, rather peeking from the windows to see a man crouched over a woman's bloodied corpse, frantically trying to stuff various pieces of torn flesh into his mouth before eventually catching a glimpse of the man squaring a gaze at them through the window. It was obvious this man wasn't right in the head, and didn't take Ralf long to back out as the frenzied farmer audibly crashed into the window in a lunge. Climbing back onto his bike and pedalling to the hotel.

Chaos, is what simply could have been said to be the case what he saw in the town. Screaming, gunshots and people fleeing and running in all directions,  to their homes or just in general panic. Ralf spent very little taking it all in, as he went from cycling to running up the steps of the hotel and then quickly to his room, where he locked himself in, throwing whatever he could in front of the door before sitting underneath the window. This had to be a bad dream, people eating eachother, the chaos outside. A sense of vertigo and dread that followed as he waited in the dim darkness of his room, slowly as over the hours, the sounds became louder, and eventually died down.

Almost two days he spent locked in that room, living off whatever complimentaries were packed into the tiny minifridge underneath one of the desks, be it packed peanuts or bottled water. Expensive food and drink was least of his worries after witnessing what seemed to be the end of the world. He spent an hour, sitting by the window and looking outside for activity, only seeing an occassional, sluggish walk of an person, but he was filled with doubt. Moment spent breaking off a leg of a chair from nearby, before he began to undo the makeshift barricade he had made before, only to discover the hotel hallway eerily quiet, as if nobody had come the way before. The lower the floors went during his investigation, the more scattered items he found, from luggage to straight up corpses. The ground floor however was an another story, as it seemed to host majority of it's carnage, and the ground-level sight  of the aftermath outside. Death, put simply. A moment he would have wanted to examine longer, before noticing the recognizible gaze of hunger from before as one of the reanimated people began palming and reaching at the window, bashing their head against it's glass surface fruitlessly to try and grab Ralf. It was enough to convince that he had to get out, if there were more of these things now, then a large town with a hotel probably wasn't the safest place to be.

Somewhere quiet, where people wouldn't have been at the time of the incident...a construction site, where he had been working previously. That would work..


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