Donnie ‘Frenchie’ French had a rough childhood as a result of having an absent father and an unreliable mother. Donnie had to learn how to survive from a very young age growing up on the streets of London. He learned how to fend for himself. He was taken in by his grandmother who taught Donnie the value of family and loyalty. He was told stories of his grandfather who was paratrooper in WW2. He never fared well being constrained in school and went away to join the army as soon as he was able to. It was then, when he joined the army, he first got a taste of happiness, the feeling of belonging and brotherhood. Donnie did extremely well in the military and finally became a Corporal after 6 years in the force. When news hit of the disaster in Chernarus, Donnie requested to be part of British contingent of the NATO peacekeeping force sent there.
For the first few weeks, it was evacuations of towns and cities on the borders between Russia and Chernarus. Frenchie and his platoon were sent to Zelenogorsk to help the local government speed up the process of moving civilians away from any potential dangers and to try stop the infection from spreading further. For days, Frenchie and his platoon worked on the borders at military checkpoints, checking everyone who came through for any signs of the infection. They’re aim was to offer humanitarian aid to all the refugees fleeing from the quarantine zone. Now and then, they were forced into action with the odd sick civilian coming through the checkpoints. Their eyes cried blood and the infected people would vomit violently. Families were separated from each other and dragged away to be quarantined. If people attempted to fight the authority's or medical personnel, it was Donnie’s job to ensure no harm came to either party, keeping crowd control at all times.
The situation in Europe got much worse. The infection spread to the civilian population there as well. After some time, the refugees stopped coming. The roads leading to the checkpoints were empty and littered with corpses of the infected. Communications went quiet with Frenchie’s senior officers and the other checkpoints. Running low on ammo, food and supplies, Frenchie and his remaining men decided to abandon the checkpoint and move on. Frenchie made the choice to take his remaining survivors into the forest towards the Chernarussian borders. If the infection was spreading worldwide, no place was safe anymore. As time passed, people grew weak through hunger and dehydration and some went AWOL. Others fell victim to the infected and joined the hordes of the dead. Alone in a world of horror, Frenchie was close to breaking down and losing himself.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Donnie began to lose all hope of ever finding any sign of civilisation ever again and continuously contemplated taking his own life. One night as he sat in a derelict building in the town of Vybor, staring into the heated flames of a makeshift fire he had constructed from some old books, he decided enough was enough. He crawled to his feet and dragged a wooden table into the middle of the cold, dark room. He climbed on top and pulled an old rope from his rucksack which he had found earlier in an abandoned farmhouse. He gazed hopelessly up at the ceiling, staring at the wooden rafters. It was then he heard a noise …... a noise that would change his life forever!
“I am telling you Jakob! We’ve come through this town before! I recognise this street!”
“Kevin! Shhhhhh!!!!! You trying to wake the dead?!!!”
Donnie leapt from the table to the floor and sprinted outside.
Donnie couldn’t believe his eyes. Survivors at last! The two men stood silent, seemingly paralysed with fear until eventually one of the weary men spoke, his voice trembling with dread.
“Who are you?! We have nothing of value so how about we all forget we’ve seen each other and go our separate ways!”
Donnie spoke in length, explaining that he had been on his own for months, travelling aimlessly through deserted towns and villages avoiding mass hoards of the dead. He explained where he had come from and what he had been through. Isolated, lonely and separated. The men began to loosen up and relax more. They spent the rest of the night in that derelict building exchanging stories as they sat around the fire, a building that was minutes away from being the tomb of Donnie ‘Frenchie’ French.
Jokob Wiel was a European from Denmark. He had been working on the Costa Risacca as a maritime engineer. He had survived the violent storm that led to the demise of the luxury liner nearly 2 years previous. That night, during his struggle for survival, he managed to pull his companion, an Irish man, from the ocean. Kevin O’ Shea, a schoolteacher from Dublin, had been on the board the cruise ship with his wife and two children. They were on a family holiday touring the Black Sea the night the raging storm hit. He unfortunately got separated from his wife and children during the widespread panic on board and had no option but to abandon ship. It was the Dane who rescued him, pulling him on board a lifeboat as he floated desperately in the sea. They eventually managed to steer their lifeboat ashore close to Berezino. It was only then that they realised what the world had now become and how Western Media had done its best to shelter them from the seriousness of the infection that was running rampant through Eastern Europe.
They had been together ever since, travelling from town to town in search of a sign that life still existed. They had spent 2 years evading mass hoards of the dead, surviving in the wilderness and running from gangs, cannibals and bandits. As Frenchie listened about the numerous ordeals the two men had endured along their path for survival, he began, at that very moment, to develop a great amount of respect for his newfound associates. He found it easy to relate between his own struggles for survival and fight for existence and that of Jakob and Kevin’s. As the fire dimmed and they all become weary, they turned over for the night and sheltered in the dim light of the fire which was slowly dying. As Frenchie began to drift away, his head began to fill with plans, ideas for survival, involving Jakob and Kevin. He felt a renewed sense of purpose and for the first time, slightly positive about what might lie ahead. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt since his time in the military.
After breakfast the following morning, Frenchie, Kevin and Jakob talked for some time about what the best course of action was to take. Frenchie, reenergised and full of purpose again, outlined his thoughts with an air of confidence and assertiveness.
“It’s as simple as this! If we have any chance of surviving, we need to locate others! Expecting to survive in the world by roaming from place to place is not sustainable. Strength in numbers. We should continue north and seek shelter in the forest north of Severograd. We will find water in the nearby streams and the woods there are teaming with wildlife. It’s a start! Who knows, if we manage to find others, we may even to begin build a home. Many hands make light work! Look, I think it’s the best plan for now. Trust me. I have been in Chernarus for the better part of 2½ years now. I know what I’m talking about.”
In that moment Frenchie portrayed himself to be the man he had known at the beginning of his service in the military. Charismatic, confident and certain of his own capability as a leader. Jakob and Kevin unanimously agreed with Frenchie’s plan. So, they packed up their belongings and headed north for Severograd through the fields and dense woodland so as to avoid attention from the roaming bandits in that area.
Two days later, they were entering the city from the East and stumbled upon an abandoned military checkpoint, the remnants of which Frenchie related to so well. They approached with caution, afraid that the dead were lurking nearby or that some ill intended people were scavenging inside. All of a sudden, in the corner of Jakob’s eyes he saw two-gun men approaching from their six with their guns drawn.
“ON YOUR KNEES!! HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND FACE ME!! DO IT!! DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT!!
Paralysed with fear, the three men knelt, instantly submitting as any other alternative was sure to result in their death. However, during the commotion, Frenchie couldn’t help but recognise the demeanour of the two-gun men. He felt they may have been fellow service men, although foreign, service men, nonetheless. He scrambled his brain to try and remember the countersign that NATO forces had agreed to use in order to identify each other whilst serving in Chernarus.
“FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!”
He roared desperately.
“Thun …. Thunder?”
one of the gunmen replied perplexedly.
“You’re military?! You, in the middle, on your feet! I asked you a question?! You better answer me truthfully!”
“2nd battalion of the 8th infantry division, 3rd platoon. I was a member of her majesty’s armed forces stationed here as part of NATO’s effort to control the infection! We are just trying to survive man. Your military too, aren’t you?”
The gunmen lowered their weapons and stared in disbelief at each other before telling them all to stand. They explained the reasons behind their hostile actions, having been trying to curtail the influence of bandit groups in the nearby towns and villages. As tensions lowered and they all began to relax, the two men introduced themselves.
Leon Gomez and Tyrag Matthews were U.S. army personnel stationed together in the same platoon in Chernarus at the beginning of the outbreak. They were forced to flee their barracks as waves of the undead poured out of the cities devouring everything in their path. They had been together ever since and had been camping for some time in the military checkpoint outside Severograd combating the actions of thieves on lone survivors travelling through the area.
Frenchie explained the path and journey that Jakob, Kevin and himself were on and pleaded with Leon and Tyrag to join them in their quest to establish a home where they could begin to secure the needs of their newly formed group and that of the others they had vowed to rescue and protect from the never ending waves of dead consuming the land. Immediately, they agreed to accompany them on their mission to restore civilisation and mankind. Tyrag, the quieter of the two army personnel, suggested something in that moment.
“We should seek shelter in the woods before continuing on. Besides you guys look hungry and these woods are full of deer. How about we find a spot where to lay low for the night and continue in the morning?”
The thoughts a full belly and a good night slept instantly filled the heads of the exhausted trio and they followed Leon and Tyrag into the woods where they set-up camp for the night.
Venturing into the forest, the men located an abandoned cave in the mountains. They lit a fire, set-up a make-shift tripod and began to cook their yield from that evenings hunt. As they sat that night around the fire feasting, Frenchie watched the four men as they exchanged memories of their previous lives, families, occupations and things that civilised people did before the world fell to shit. It was in that moment as the laughs and chuckles of group echoed in his ear, that his plan was already beginning to unfold in front of his eyes.
Frenchie said in a low voice, his gaze fixated upon the fire.
Replied Kevin, as he and the others stared at Frenchie. The laughs had now seized and they all looked at Frenchie inquisitively.
“Hope! We need to restore hope, faith in humanity. That’s what will do. That’s our plan. We have to. We have the skills, mindset and soon we will have the manpower. We need to help who we can, when we can. If we are going to rebuild civilisation, we need to be able to provide people with a shelter, a place to call home. That’s what I was sent here to do. You too Leon …. And Tyrag. Will call it 'New Hope Federation'. Word will spread. Others will come. And when they do, we’ll be ready ….
Short Term Goals
1. Establish a settlement with other survivors/ survivor groups to increase our chances of survival and prosperity. (Day 866)
2. Gather intel on previous/ current settlements/ groups in the South Zagoria region to enable us to identify potential threats and alliances. (On Going)
3. Establish friendly relations with another groups for trade purposes/ alliances. (Day 873)
4. Increase the population of our settlement by recruiting lone survivors who are at risk of contracting the infection in an effort to sustain mankind. (On Going)
5. Only attack when provoked. (On Going)
Long Term Goals
1. Establish a hierarchy/ chain of command to ensure the stability of the group and distribute the positions among chosen members. (Day 830)
2. Increase the population of the group to between 15 – 20 people. (Day 900)
3. Have at least two groups as allies. (Day 890)
4. Establish active trade routes with these groups providing regular shipments to each other enhancing each group’s ability to survive. (Day 890)
5. Provide security to lone survivors in order to prevent them from being robbed, beaten or killed. (On Going)
6. Develop our reputation across the land of Chernarus as honourable people who try to ensure the survival of all other similar minded groups/survivors. (On Going)
7. Establish regular monthly meetings among the hierarchy of our group and with our allies to discuss issues/ objectives and to regularly update and set new goals and objectives. (Day 910)
1. Provide an excellent standard of RP that’s realistic to help enhance the gaming experience of all on the server. 2. Provide a counterbalance to the number of bandit groups/ hostile groups in game. 3. Help recruit members to the server who will be active and help sustain the server population.
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Donnie ‘Frenchie’ French - @Frenchie
Leon Gomez - @Milo
Tyrag Matthews - @Tyrag
Chris Nowak - @Crocodile Man
Worp Wolf - @WorPB
Rob Black - @John Wahlberg
Johan Persson - @Hampze
Tex Sanders - @SpasticLlama
Willie King - @OGBig_Nasty
Douglas Mackenzie - @TheRedHand
Mihai Nedelcu - @Alan Woods
Lee James - @Leejames123
Jonathan King - @Kuhlide
Dan Morez - @Dantheman7188
Samuel Lagarde - @Rainbow
Lucas Stevens - @Atrix17
Conner Rhodes - @PsyMight Community Leaders
Kevin O’ Shea - @IrishChris88
Jakob Wiel - @Horatio
Sergey Kozlov - @Doomerexe
Zack Williams - @Superfluff
Jack Hunter - @scarecrowb24
Nara Inverse - @Nara Inverse
Sven Ivarsson - @Avenged
Steven Mitchell - @ItsPriceyy
Hunter Haynes - @Dorian Graves
Brian Brown - @TrashTrooper
Karl Darkwood - @LoroKoblyat
Michael Erikson - @Blakstad
Willbur Hegge - @AngryToddler
Cole Rhodes - @RoverBeast Special Mention
A special thanks to @Coco "Cain Stephanov" for helping our group to design our LOGO, Titles and graphics. Please contact him to avail of his services if you and your friends wish to create a group