Domov [IC & OOC Recruitment]

[Mademoiselle]

        

“Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.”

Sarah Ban Breathnach

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Goals of the Group

Stick to morals before the outbreak (Law)

To justify the actions caused against our family (with reason)

Create a family or inner circle (Multiculturalism) - Achieving

 Create new friendships and maintain old ones

Find domov for family and friends - Achieved

Survive at all costs

Personal Goals

Recollect the memories of Joe

Find and interrogate the 'Dark Ones'

Find and kill the murderers of Riviaira's parents

     

                 

After a year of the apocalypse, do you think anyone remembers the time they could just sit down with their parent(s) and watch a stupid television show, or be able to fix problems without having a gun to their face? Some do… Some remember the times when they could just wake up in the morning to the luxury of cooking breakfast for their wife or husband and or children if they were even lucky to have them. Others probably still remember the time when they would be tying their tie in the mirror getting ready for work and others… others remember those final few minutes they spent with their family to only wake up and know they would never be able to see them again. Though some were lucky and was able to live where they had their families in Chernarus, where the pain started and dwelled they still had those that were close to them a place which they could call Domov. Home.

It all started with a man that was hated by most if not all that had cross his path, besides the ones that chose to understand and follow him, his name is still known around by some if not all as Wong. A loving couple and the hated man sat as cards were dealt into each others hand for a metaphorical poker game. Within the couple the woman held the winning hand while holding her poker face like a professional as Wong started to fold under it; what was it they use to say? "Love can be a powerful thing when used."

Hours past leaving the trio sitting and examining their hand dealt; their mind turning on their desire for a place to call home to have love, peace, friendship, family, protection and Law. A place they could call home even when the reality of chaos was closing in around them. They knew the feeling of being deceived, used, abused, mocked, and other things that a human being should never go through. Experiencing all the physical and mental hurt they finally approach the point where they were fed up with it all and drew a line that would bring their breaking point; having them come to the understand that they would only want people true to their word around them, people who wanted the same thing as them, and a place that would act as a safeguard for them that shattered the existing world and develop a new world that rises in the horizon. The three looked at each before one parted their lips with a suggestion, “We need a home. Something that will let us be us. No contracts. No oaths. If people want to leave they can.” The two whom listened nodded agreeing with what has just been said. Life sealing oath were something  that wasn't in mind for the three; they have been there, done it and have escaped with their lives still intact by the small string of hope. They saw those tactics other groups use and came to a conclusion that it wasn’t a way of survival; these groups were turning other into weapons shield the fact that these people were living breathing human beings. 

Now as they found more people to join them in their search for a home; the woman would arch a brow with a puzzled expression upon her face as she turned to one of the man that was native to these lands there so unfortunately stranded within, “What is the native word for home in this country?” The male in a calming and deep chernarussian accent replied, “Domov.” An Irish accent broke out within the group as a male stepped up and spoke on what everyone wanted and was thinking at that time, “I wish we could go home…” The female replied with an enthusiastic voice, “Then we will make our own home.”

All they wanted was freedom and freedom is what they shall get. To provide a home or an area which had law and order before the outbreak. Where people would respect others as well as themselves. In the end where the sane could live in harmony. 

All they wanted was a home. A place where the word Domov could exist again. To make what seemed the impossible, possible. 

 

  

  

[spoiler=Maxmillion Kamizir]Max was an ex-CDF soldier, abandoned by his brothers in arms after the outbreak. He went on his own path trying to fix the country he loved so dearly. It started with The Kropotkins. A communist organization set up by his childhood friends to tax and redistribute supplies amongst survivors. Max quickly saw what communism was doing to his friends. They became greedy and too fond of the Chedaki (a terrorist organization Max fought against in 2009 civil war). He backstabbed ‘The Kropotkins’ and worked with a local nationalists movement called ‘The Dveri’ to rid Chernarus of his communist bratrs. While working for Dveri he became more nationalistic. He began to hate foreigners and blamed them for the state in which his country was in. He beat, killed and sometimes even mutilated those who disrespected it. 

[align=left]Besides the fact of his nationalistic views he still had a heart, and fell in love with a nice Chernarussian lady by the name of Jelena. She was kind, affectionate, and quickly became friends with his bratrs in Dveri. Max, convinced he would not live long, proposed to her. She agreed and her and her son, Roman were going to start a family with Max. But a falling out between the two newly engaged began quickly began. Jelena believed Max was to not be trusted because of his loyalty to his friend Miroslav and was convinced that he was trying to kill her best friend, Eva. The argument escalated to the point where a weapon was drawn at Max. Max attempted to disarm her, but was shot in the leg in the process. Jelena took the opportunity and ran from Max without saying a word.

[align=left]Weeks after last encounter with Jelena, Max had become a bitter drunk. He was washing down his sorrows one bottle of vodka at a time. It seemed like everything he did got him in more trouble. His friend Miroslav didn’t want anything to do with him, his old bratrs in ‘The Kropotkins’ found him and nearly killed him, and the one person he trusted had left him. Max trying to salvage something of his life searched for Jelena, until he eventually found her. She was with new friends and see seemed scared to see Max at first, but that fear quickly turned to anger when she remembered Max still had her son, Roman. Her and her friends ganged up on Max, tying him up and beating him. They questioned Max on the whereabouts of Roman, but he wouldn’t crack. He threatened that he would kill Roman if they didn’t let him go. Jelena stared at Max, took the ring that Max had gave her, off her finger, and began shoving it into Max’s eye. Max screamed at Jelena, exclaiming that “She was a bitch!”, “She would pay for this!”, and that “She will never see her son again!”. She laughed at him, raised a pistol to his chest and shot. Max woke up hours later unknowing of anything that happened. All he knew was that there was an aching pain in his left eye and a bullet wound that missed, just below his heart. He wondered until he found his acquaintance, Theo. Theo was usually an asshole to Max, but this time he helped him. He stopped the bullet wound from bleeding and took the ring out of Max’s eye. Max inspected the ring and put two and two together. He knew it was Jelena who did this and in a fit of rage and retaliation, he found and murdered her son, Roman. 

[align=left]Weeks have passed since the murder of Roman, and Max was still the same foreign hating, alcoholic, asshole. But instead of fighting for Dveri, he now fought for Zbor. A new nationalist movement formed by ‘The Volki’ and ‘The Dveri’. One day while on patrol with his bratrs they ran into a young lady by the name of Riviaira Dellouise. He just saw her as another foreigner he had to deal with. She cried about how her family was killed, but Max didn’t care, to him they were just more people he wouldn’t have to deal with. Zbor took her in with open arms and tried to find her a place in the movement. Max didn’t agree with this, he saw her as trouble and someone not to be trusted. He warned Miroslav to stay away from her, but he wouldn’t listen. Max wanted to stay away from her, but somehow managed to find himself alone with Riviaira. It was after a gunfight, that had split them apart from the others in Zbor. She was trying to get to know Max and asked an innocent, but deadly question “Isn’t Chernarus Russia?”. For someone reason that question has always angered Max and his response wasn’t going to change for her. He grabbed her by the hair and beat her until he thought she was dead. He then dragged her presumed dead body to a nearby city and left it. What surprised Max next wasn’t that she was still alive, but that she didn’t tell anyone that he was the one that beaten and nearly killed her. Max decided to confront her. He asked why she didn’t say anything to the others. She talked to him as if it was her fault, like she was the one to blame for her being beaten. She tried comforting Max and telling him that what he did was forgivable. Max was changing. He started falling for her, perhaps it was because of her beauty, or maybe it was because she cared for him.

[align=left]It wasn’t long until Max got what he wanted. He was in a happy relationship with her. And Max changed for her. He was no longer an alcoholic, he no longer confronted people with an insult, and he no longer hated foreigners. He changed for the better and decided to work with her and his bratr Brodie, to make Chernarus a safe place, a place where people can raise a family, a place where you can call somewhere... your home.

[align=left][spoiler=Riviaira Kamizir]After witnessing her parents be sprayed down into their deaths by unknown gang of criminals, Riviaira fled from the scene with cold tears streaming down her young 16 year old face. This was supposed to be the final destination of her holiday before going home but instead she found herself lost, frightened and injured from what looked like a dead man walking. She travelled in a straight direction, finding herself more lost that she already was. Panic and paranoia all built inside of her, flinching with small noises such as twigs snapping. Paranoid her parents killers would find her and finish off the job they had started. She hadn't had any contact with anyone nor did she want to at that moment in time until she was stopped by three men. Accents just as similar to the men who yelled in an angered foreign language. She tried running, stumbling to her ass, fearing for her life. The men took time to calm her down, escorting her to a doctor who fixed her leg, she found out that the people who helped her were known as ZBOR and Yakuza. Luckily for her one of the three men was actually a political leader of the ZBOR who saw the fear of the girl and took the opportunity to take her under their wing. She didn't know what she was heading into or what the groups beliefs where. They seemed like men who just wanted law and order back in their country. Followed along by a lot of fire fights it led her to split off in a direction with one of the ZBOR sergeants named Max. At home her mother never believed when home-schooling Riviaira to teach her geography, history or war; it was viewed more as a male subject. Stuck in a camp with the sergeant Riviaira turned, an innocent look upon her face as she parted her lips, “Is Chernarus the same as Russia because you all seem to have a Russian accent…” She turned, looking towards the scenery, a cold metal tip pointed to the back of her head. What she didn’t fully understand was the man had been drinking. She ended up beaten and bruised, nearly left for dead by a man who was suppose to keep her under protection.

As she managed to find a map, she guessed the direction heading to a nearby town. Again escorted back to the group, ZBOR, she was yet again patched up. She couldn’t hold back her fear or emotion of anger. It slowly slipping with the constant sight of the sergeant who had left her to die. It was only until suspicions grew high about him until she realised finally witnessing him drinking his life out of a bottle. It wasn’t actually his fault. Flashbacks to when her father would sometimes get drunk, drag her by her hair and lock her in a metal safe until he got satisfaction. She didn’t want to see any more death, and over hearing the constant accusations let her know that it was either a bullet in the man’s head or to save his life. People began prodding her, poking her with questions over and over again expecting a different answer. Wanting her to admit he was the one. But she didn’t, instead she lied to their faces until one day she couldn’t take it any more and screamed without even thinking, “Because we love each other!” It shocked everyone, including her. It was one thing about lying but another to say she was in love with a man. She was forced to act like they were together, Max and her. A development of stockholm syndrome but what was different about the man, Max, was that he had slowly stopped drinking. He seemed to develop a trust, telling every dark thing about him in his past. And what made it worse for her was, he seemed to be a different man and she began to fall for him slowly…

It was only a few weeks later, Max and Riviaira were getting constant stick for the age difference that was going on. 13 years age difference. One day, Max was dragged aside, a private conversation without her being able to listen. He came back acting different, the different when you-know-your-mother-like-the-back-of-your-hand-and-know-when-she-was-upset-different. It was that moment she asked him what was going wrong repeatedly until he finally admitted that he couldn't be with her. Tossing her away like a toy that an adult didn’t need any more because it was more for children. So, she left with a heart that was slowly erupting. Recognising the pain inside and realising she was being squished on like a bug with every good thing she tried to do. She ended up meeting a man named Wong, a guy known for all various psychopathic things. But she never saw that from him. At first she began to flirt with him, harmless at the start until he began to fall for her. Comparing her to the girls he loved in the past, Riviaira was still in love with Max. Unable to cope with falling for another but rolled along with it, at first she didn’t think it was going to work out until eventually it began to take it’s toll on her. He was completely different in a way to Max, she didn’t have to lie to save his life nor had he beaten her but this didn’t push aside the fact that her heart was still emotionally attached to Max but her head wanted her to move on. She continued the flirting until it began to get serious with Wong, the more she stayed the more her heart began to move on and forget about Max but in the back of her head it lurked in her mind always something relating about Max. Wong finally saw this, the outbreak of having to chose between the two men she was in love with was one of the hardest things in the world… She was given a gun as a cold tone of Wong said, “If you shoot Max in the leg, it will prove you love me. If you don’t then it proves you love him.” She took the gun, the closer she got to where Max was the more her nerves kicked in. He was there, surrounded by Wong’s men as she had the audience with smug grins across their face. Aiming and shooting Max in the leg without hesitation, as soon as the bullet was shot it felt like she had fallen through a trap door. Leaving Max to aid for himself it took her a while to realise everything was a mistake. Love wasn’t proving another by hurting the other with weapons… Love was something you felt knowing you want your future and family with them. Not putting them in a decision where they have to choose who to shoot… It took her with a brave heart in her chest until she said, “I change my mind, it’s Max that I want.” With that Wong laughed in disbelief as she ran from the scene to find Max, Brodie eventually escaped warning the couple to run as Wong wanted to hurt them both even though he said they’d go unharmed.

She managed to find Max, holding his leg with heavy bleeding. She managed to use the skills that a veterinary surgeon had taught her as Riviaira wanted to be a field medic for ZBOR, now she could her medical skills to good use for others. Including Max. She managed to patch him up, trying not to shed tears. She felt guilty and was guilty, she had hurt the person she never wanted to hurt. Begging for forgiveness Max noticed how serious she was being, how she wasn’t playing any manipulation games to get information for Wong. She was being truthful, breaking down into tears and held her until she had no more tears to cry that night. They spoke to each other, trying to forget the pain and suffering they had both been into. A topic of proposal came up in which she decided to try and lighten the mood by saying, “Will you marry me Max?” She expected him to come back with a sarcastic answer, instead he stayed quiet. Taking the ring from the container he had kept the ring he had shown her a while back and sliding it onto her ring finger, softly whispering, “Ano.” 

They had been talking constantly throughout their relationship about their pasts and homes. Until they realised maybe this mess they were stuck in wasn’t going to blow over any time soon they decide to make their own home. Home is the only thing they wanted. To act like nothing was wrong in the world or just to try and have a small family that would want to feel secure and loved.

[spoiler=Brodie Kearns (Deceased)]Brodie met ZBOR, well they weren’t named that at the time, but it makes things easier to call them that. It all started at BlackWood camp, where he met Wallis Childs. He promised Kenji he’d take care of her as he heard of recent events that have happened to her. Brodie needed to leave that camp anyway, or he’d eventually end up dead. Brodie and Wallis got to know each other over time and they ran into a lot of people. One day headed with Kenji to pick up some medical supplies they ran into ZBOR. Brodie ended up having a fist fight with Marek. All of the rest of the Zbor laughed, but Brodie had no clue how to fight, so every punch he took right to the face. Unfortunately this led to Brodie being knocked unconscious, and that’s how their friendship started. Brodie was angered as he didn’t understand what happened, but all the ZBOR just made jokes about him, and Kenji and Kimiko went along with it. Brodie left, but one of the ZBOR followed, and spoke to Brodie, he apologised and knew Brodie was upset. Brodie then got their radio frequency and began to help ZBOR out a bit, as Brodie knew how to use rifles. While helping ZBOR Brodie met Max, they didn’t really get along, until Riviaira popped up. It was a dark cold night at Bash, and Brodie made Riviaira and Slavomir a fire. Slavomir cuddled Riviaira, but she didn’t show much interest. Brodie got to know Riviaira a bit, and they quickly became friends, Riviaira understood Brodie’s struggle as he didn’t know or understand much. A couple days after, Brodie heard rumours of Riviaira being injured, he became worried and made sure that he found out who did it, he was the only person that ever found out, that it was actually Max, Rivi didn’t want Brodie to hurt Max, so Brodie didn’t, he spoke with Max and got to know him a bit better, they shortly became friends and all three of them were like a little family, Brodie had some trouble with some other people, but he always stuck with Wallie, Rivi and Max, no matter the circumstances. Brodie, Max and Rivi constantly got in trouble, well mostly Brodie, because he kept Max and Rivi and anyone who he cared about out of it, he let all the harm be brought to him, without really caring. All he cared about were his friends, his family, his loved ones, the people who he really trusted. Brodie and Rivi talked about everything with each other, they always helped each other out when things got a bit hard to deal with. They then became friends because of this, and he saved her a few times, Brodie has taken bullets, beatings, you name it, for his friends and family. All he’s ever wanted is love, a real home and a family, people to love, people he can keep safe. Jay Wong and the rest of the Pestilence have been messing with Brodie for a while, they’ve really been pushing his buttons, they’ve shot, carved, hurt his friends and beat Brodie. Brodie wanted to forgive them and get to know them, but none of them trusted him, they were just playing him, whenever they got a chance, they back stabbed Brodie, fed lies about him to people, tried ruining his life, and his friendships. All he wanted was a home...

[spoiler=Joe Harry]Joe woke up in a stained and bloody bed in a small village by the sea, not knowing where he was or who he was. He stood slowly, with a splitting headache. As he made his way out the doors he stepped over several corpses, all rotting, shot and chopped up. When seeing this he hid in a backroom of the house until darkness fell. When he could no longer see them clearly he mustered to courage to step over them and made his way inland. Hours later he came across another small town where he found some fresh clothes he changed into. He proceeded to scavenge the town for food and other things he could use, mostly blades of a wide variety. He then proceeded to walk along a road leading out of the town. As the sun set he came across another small town. As he approached it he saw shapes, shapes of people moving in the streets, like shambling shadows against the sunset. Joe said “Hello?” and one of the shadows spun around, howled a horrible dead howl and sprinted towards him. The other shadows followed. Joe turned and ran, he ran until his legs could no longer carry him and he collapsed against a tree. All he could think as he drifted off to sleep from his exhaustion was how horrible those howls had been and how he could no longer hear them.

He woke some time later, while it was still dark out and made his way through the forest into a larger town, bigger than he had ever seen. There were no howling shadows moving there so he spent the day looking through houses for anything he could use. As night fell he crawled up in a bed and made himself comfortable.

The next morning he woke to the sound of a voice “Hello.” It said warmly. It was an elderly man, wearing some old torn clothing with a pistol in a holster across his chest. Joe jumped across the room into the opposite corner of the old man and pulled out a knife he had sheathed into his left boot. He crouched there, ready to defend himself against the intruder. But the old man simply sat down in his corner of the room and watched. After some time the old man said calmly “I’m not here to hurt you, you know. Are you hungry?” and pulled out a small candy bar which he opened and took a bite of. “It might be a little stale but it’s still quite good.” He said as he held it out to Joe. Joe stared and then snatched the piece of candy, his stomach growling. With that the old man slowly worked at earning Joe’s trust and they soon became close friends, as a teacher might have with a student. Nearly a week passed by with mostly good times, the old man who called himself Dr. Berger teaching Joe everything he could think of, everything they had time for. Night fell on the sixth day since Joe met the Doctor and they both went to bed, as they did every night, in a small house by the edge of the forest just outside that city they’d met in.

*BANG* a shot. Joe stood up and found Dr. Berger standing over him. “You have to climb out that window, quickly now! There’s no time!” He said rushed with eyes full of fear. Joe did as the doctor said and quietly climbed out the window, ran up against the forest and hid behind a tree. He saw shadows, but not shadows like the one’s he’d seen in that small town a week ago, these shadows were stiff, they moved with purpose and didn’t stumble or howl. A few moments passed and Joe saw a small, frail figure get dragged out of the house. It looked like the strange shadows talked to him but Joe wasn’t close enough to hear what they said. Moments later they started beating the man, with fists, bats and even a hammer. It seemed an eternity before they left. After making sure they were gone Joe ran up to the man they’d been beating. It was a monster, a bleeding, disfigured shadow of what might once have been a man. With a holster with a pistol on his chest. “Take it.” the monster said. “Now go!” it wheezed as blood came pouring out its mouth. Joe pulled the holster off the doctor and with tears in his eyes he ran into the dark woods, again lost, alone and afraid.

[spoiler=Slavomir Haken]Slavomir was an average person. Nothing special, just a very dedicated young man. If he truly believed in something then he wouldn’t hesitate to speak his mind. On more than one occasion this got him into trouble during school. He was bullied more often than none. No one had ever shown him kindness. Even his parents disowned him at an early age, left him alone in a pre-paid house in Gorka. He lived alone for six years. Until the day two people walked into his life and changed him forever. 

During a cold winter night Slavomir was at his table reading his text books, learning all he could so that he could leave this country and go somewhere his opinions mattered. He was deep into his law books, until he heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” he called out with no reply to his question. Although it wasn’t uncommon for people to knock on his door before hurting him it was strange that no one answered or barged in. He called out again “Who is it?” still no reply. He slowly got to his feet, pulling his 1911 from under the table walking towards the door he opens the front door to see a man on the floor holding a girl. He looks up at Slavomir tears in his eyes and says as he shivers “P-p-please H-h-he-elp us.” Slavomir stood there for what felt like hours but was only seconds in reality before bending down and lifting the girl into his arms, nodding his head for the man to get inside. Thankful the man walks in shivering trying to get warm as Slavomir walks into his room and placing the frozen woman in his bed. He walks out of his room for a few seconds to check on the young man and hands his a bowl of boiling hot soup and a blanket before rushing back into his room with an old metal tray with coal inside and a lid on top. He places the metal tray under the covers and wraps the girl up in the warm covers. The young man came to the door still shivering and asked in a quiet and frozen tone “Is-is she okay?” Slavomir looks up at him and nods and replies with a deep Chernarussian “She’ll be fine, she’s a little frost bitten but she’ll be okay.” The young man sighed with relief and introduces himself “The names Tommy.” Slavomir still tending to the young woman replies “Mine is Slavomir. How long had you been out there Tommy?” Tommy stood there as if trying to recall something. It was a hole three minutes before Tommy replied with “We were out there in the cold since that city down the road. We asked everyone if they could help us but all they did was either spit at us or throw stones at u……” He stopped and ran to the young woman and began to speak with panic in his voice “Kira, Kira! Don’t you dare leave me sis!” He combs her hair back revealing a wound the size of Slavomirs palm. He stood up and ran outside. Within the space of thirty seconds he returned with a woman and pulled Tommy away from his sister. The woman immediately started to treat Kira’s wound while Slavomir held Tommy back. Tommy struggled and struggled at one point it seemed as if Slavomir was about to lose grip of him but got him under control quickly. After ten minutes of restraining Tommy the woman stood up, looked at Tommy and spoke softly “Is this the first house you knocked on when you got to Gorka?” Confused by the question Tommy stopped struggling and nodded. The woman smiled at him and spoke softly to him whilst placing her hand against his cheek softly “You must be the luckiest person in the world. Slavomir here believes that the only way for us to move forward as a country is to let foreigners help us.” The woman smiled at Slavomir and says to him “Only you are to be near this girl until she wakes up. She will need constant care and this man requires sleep.” Slavomir nods to the woman an lets go of Tommy, reluctantly Tommy left the room with the woman and Slavomir closed the door behind them leaving himself in alone in his room with nothing to do but watch the girl.

The next day Tommy awoke to see an empty bedroom. Raged he ran for the front door and as he opened it he saw Kira stood by the fence with Slavomir. Slavomir turned to Tommy and gestured for him to join them. Kira was too occupied with the festival passing through to the town centre of Gorka. The colours of the dancers clothing the sound of music, she was enjoying every moment of it. Slavomir turned to Tommy and spoke softly “I’m sorry we didn’t wake you. You were…. Cosy I believe the word is.” Kira turned to Tommy and smiled she jumped at him holding him tightly, she then spoke with an energetic voice “Can we go into town with Slavomir? I want to see the festival.” Tommy smiled and nodded before uttering the words “I can’t say no to you sis.” Slavomir smiles and says “Well we can go everybody will be fine with you so long as you stay near me. Plus seeing as you’re new here it will give everyone a chance to get to know you both better.” He goes to walk back inside the house to grab a three coats when he is pulled aside by Kira who whispers in his ear seductively “I’m happy to stay by your side.” Before kissing his cheek without Tommy seeing. Blushing Slavomir quickly handed out the coats and walked towards the festival with Tommy and Kira. Thinking of the future and what the two people he had just met would bring into his life. Although one thing was for sure, Slavomir liked Kira and she like him just as much.

A few months go by and Kira and Slavomir are both happily in a relationship together. Each day they spend together different from the last. One fine morning Slavomir took Kira for a walk to a spot he had picked out weeks ago. He led Kira to an opening in the trees which showed the moon lit sky and the stars. Slavomir pointed to the floor, on the floor in a clearing was a blanket, a basket, two wine glasses, red wine two lit candles and a telescope. When she saw the display she turned to Slavomir kissing his lips softly yet deeply at the same time “Thank you.” She exclaimed as she hugged him. After finishing the meal and whilst she was using the telescope to look at the stars Slavomir pulled a small box from his pocket and placed it open in front of the telescope. She slowly pulled the telescope away from here eye and saw a hand crafted gold ring with a diamond in the centre. She looked between Slavomir and the box but before she could say anything men came from all directions and grabbed them both. They kicked Slavomir to the group keeping him there as they brought over Kira’s brother Tommy. One man grabbed Slavomir by the hair and spoke with evil intent “Choose who dies!” Slavomir spits blood at the man’s face and shouts “ME! I DIE! THEY LIVE!” The man didn’t seem too pleased with his response and kicked him in the jaw dislocating it “Choose someone else!” Tommy struggled and begged Slavomir to choose him and let Kira live. Slavomir looked between Tommy and Kira and said “I’ve chosen!” in an angry tone “I choose Tommy. Tommy dies!” The man laughed and said “I thought you’d say that” He gestured to the men holding Kira “Go ahead boys have you fun. Let the little bitch have it!” Slavomir and Tommy struggled furiously and before the man left he turned to the men who had Kira and said “When you’re finished with her. Kill her! Leave the two men alive.” Hours. Hours is how long they did things to her. They defiled her, by the time they were through Kira was broken she couldn’t take any more. The men picked her up and dragged her to a pile of burning logs and threw her on it. She couldn’t even drag herself off of the fire. Her adrenaline was gone. She could do nothing but scream. The men left one by one until it was just Slavomir and Tommy left in the field. Slavomir with all his ribs broken stoop up and ran to the flames and pulled Kira out of the fire. She was barely alive. He spoke in a soothing tone “Don’t say or do anything my love. I’ll take care of you.” She struggled and moved closer to him and kissed his lips softly yet deeply before whispering to him “I love you. And I…. do…..” her last breaths were those of agony as she died in Slavomirs arms. Tears rolled down his face, he began crying each cry getting louder and louder. This is where Slavomirs story starts. No this, this is where The Butcher starts. No one is safe not until they pay for what they did.

     

Chernarus Post

The Huntsmen (Lovec)

The Regulators

 

The Immortals

The Forsaken

The French Foreign Legion

The Trust

Floor 11

The Colony

The Wolves

(ZBOR) The National Renewal of Chernarus

The Matchmakers

The Pestilence Brotherhood

Roster

Živobytí (Alive)

Riviaira Kamizir - Zakladatel

Maxmillion Kamizir - Zakladatel

Joe Harry - Bratr

Slavomir Haken - Bratr

Victor Kamizir - Dítě

Nathan 'Fantôme' Aguillon - Dítě

Austin Matthews - Dítě

Corwin St. Germain - Poustevník

Drew Griffin - The Pest

Zesnulý (Deceased)

Brodie Kearns 

Poptávka (Wanted)

Gorya Ludnic

[spoiler=RP Opportunity]For those who do not have any ideas for RP then we have some options for you if you seem interested please PM Skeleton and AssassinMasta. We will discuss the back story for the character you wish to be in order to have more of an idea. The roles available are: Riviaira's parents murders (1/3), The 'dark ones' (0/4)

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A special thank you to Clumsy . Please also give credit to AssassinMasta for writing the goals too. All credit goes individually to all members who have taken the time to write their characters biography.

Please note that Trusted/Neutral/Untrusted does not only come from Skeleton but by other members of Domov as well. Thank you.

[dom]

Looks good Helena

[RedSky]

Not bad

Looking forward to this

[Ellie]

This looks great Helena

My only thing would be to maybe use spoiler tags so the thread doesn't become so lengthy. But completely up to you.

Best of luck

[Sean]

Can't wait to establish that civil relationship with the Brotherhood. Kappa.

Looks good though, good luck!

[Mademoiselle]

This looks great Helena

My only thing would be to maybe use spoiler tags so the thread doesn't become so lengthy. But completely up to you.

Best of luck

I would do but even the roster is screwing up for me and every time I try and fix it something else goes wrong haha! But thanks!

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Can't wait to establish that civil relationship with the Brotherhood. Kappa.

Looks good though, good luck!

:trolle: Don't mind me whilst I edit untrusted jk jk

[WongRP]

Looks good!

Hopefully it was last...

[Guest Covert]

Good luck Rivi

[Montanez]

Good luck with this Helena

[StriderV]

Good luck with this guys, looks nice.

[Brad]

Very interesting, a good idea for a survivor group trying to bring back the world of old.  

Couple of words of advice,

Have someone read through the backstory for you, some of the grammar and structure is off a bit.

As Ellie said, spoiler tags could be a nice way to sharpen things up, a few more images of possible might be nice.  (if you are having coding trouble don't be afraid to ask around)

Good luck!

[Empress]

Good luck. As stated before, spoilers would help the thread look cleaner. I also feel as if there is a drastic lack of media present in the thread. Oh and poor Max always gets shot in the leg doesn't he?

This will be very interesting if our two groups ever find each other. I don't want to think about the level of hostilities that might or might not take place because of past issues. Then again, we just might never interact given the nature of our two groups. I wish you all luck if what may or may not happen to your group.

Oh and one last thing, I think the brief biographies of the three characters seem a little light. I would elaborate a little more on the backstories and throw each into a spoiler within a spoiler.

[Storm]

I've had a quick read, and from what I can see everything looks great! I wish you the best of luck, and I hope to meet you in game soon.

[Guest Max]

Reserved

[Mademoiselle]

Roster cleaned and updated.

Biography spoilers added thanks to Conor. Will be updating biographies with more detail and probably a refreshed story/editing. Thanks to Autumn for trying to help me with the spoilers, means a lot <3

[Oliv]

Wish you guys mass luck!

[Foxi]

Just finished reading. Have fun trying to be friends with everyone :troll:

But for real, great effort on this thread. Best of luck with this!

[Guest Max]

Just finished reading. Have fun trying to be friends with everyone :troll:

But for real, great effort on this thread. Best of luck with this!

I wouldn't mind running into you guys. Max is a changed man. :troll:

[Empress]

Just finished reading. Have fun trying to be friends with everyone :troll:

But for real, great effort on this thread. Best of luck with this!

I wouldn't mind running into you guys. Max is a changed man. :troll:

I mean he will be a changed man when he goes fully blind... hint hint :troll:

[Guest Max]

Just finished reading. Have fun trying to be friends with everyone :troll:

But for real, great effort on this thread. Best of luck with this!

I wouldn't mind running into you guys. Max is a changed man. :troll:

I mean he will be a changed man when he goes fully blind... hint hint :troll:

no more scars for me. Wong just cut another scar from my ear, down to my jaw. I think I am done.

[Mademoiselle]

Max's biography is edited and added. Some rewritten.

Riviaira and Brodie's are a WIP but soon to be improved. Will keep posted.

[Empress]

I wouldn't mind running into you guys. Max is a changed man. :troll:

I mean he will be a changed man when he goes fully blind... hint hint :troll:

no more scars for me. Wong just cut another scar from my ear, down to my jaw. I think I am done.

Awww ruining my fun!

Anyway, if y'all need some more help with code I'd be willing to assist. Once you have the lore rewritten I have some ideas on what you could do with the spoiler. I'd like to think I've gotten pretty decent at working with the forum code (fixing The Faceless code made me learned since kenny was so bad at it :troll:)

So if you need any help with forum code or ideas on how the group thread can look I'd be willing to assist.

[Guest]

well looks like we're going to have something in common after all, I see a relation coming up soon :3

good luck Helena, Brodie and Max

[Spartan]

Looks intresting, hope to run into you guys soon. Goodluck!

[Nocheluz]

This group makes one feel nostalgic and hopeful. Much luck with this. You're working on the structural aspects and mechanics of your page and that will make it even better. Looking forward to seeing how this comes together