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  1. Mikal Czeh

    Mikal was born in St. Petersburg. His father was in the KGB and wanted his son to follow in his footsteps but Mikal refused to take part in the violence and shady dealings he witnessed. His father was the repeated target of assassins and he had finally had enough and decided to move the family to a secluded spot he had travelled to before for an assignment. They managed to settle for a while but Mikal grew more and more hostile and resentful of his old man. He left the family home and ventured into the wilderness and never looked back. He would venture north but the life of solitude played with his mind over the years and he decided to go check on things. He chose a wrong time to return as the country was in chaos and now everyone had the same thought process as he had these last few years: survive...
  2. Survivors: Looking For Group

    IGN: (In - Game Name) Mikal Czeh Country: USA English skills: Excellent DayZ Mod Experience: 1500+ DayZ Standalone Experience: 1100+ Roleplaying Experience: I have been roleplaying since I first started gaming back in the 90's What kind of In Game role best describes you: Hero/Survivor Have you been in any clan/group previously: Lovec, Northern Alliance, The Alliance Additional notes: Best way to contact you: PM here is fine Backstory: Mikal Czeh
  3. To The Alliance [OPEN]

    *Mikal looks through his scope and presses his PTT and whispers* The trees are always watching you... *He releases the PTT*
  4. What is positive contribution?

    I agree. Taking a bias against people for being an asshole is not professional and if that is the case you should not have any power. But this works both ways. We all have our opinions on how this community should be run and organised. "Positive feedback" is not always having to pat backs and praise the snowflakes; sometimes it requires questions and clarifications that do not end with sarcasm and blatant attempts to just start crap for the sake of starting crap.
  5. *Mikal glances down at a radio he recently found a battery for, tunes it to frequency 77.1, and presses the PTT button.* I know it has been a long time and I am hoping maybe at least more of you are still alive to respond. I have been looking all over our old camps but have found nothing but flat grass from all of our time in those areas. I ran into Mario not too long ago but it was a bad time to have any meaningful exchanges and we were separated as fast as we had met. I have been running into a number of our allies with no mention or knowing of anyone else still in the area. My journey up north has yielded nothing again. The wolves I had been following and making sure to avoid seem to have moved into this area and I am still keeping an eye out. I really hope to find more of you and to find Alex...For too long I have been afraid and looking for something I thought I lost but I know that you need me and I will not be going anywhere unless it is six feet under. *He releases the button and waits for a response.*
  6. *Mikal nestles himself against a tree trunk as he stares off at deer running what he estimates to be about 500 meters away. He removes his ghillie hood and clicks his PTT button* So here I am. I have been away a long time and in that time I have made expeditions farther up north; each time trying to map out more and more of what I see. There are herds of animals making their way back south and even a particular wolf pack I have been following during my travels. I continued to look for more people but found none. Each time I returned here things changed drastically. I feel as though I no longer have a place here, that I am out of touch with those that continue to press on. Much like in the beginning, I rely on myself mostly and feel as though no one else should rely on me. Do not look for me for I will leave no trail. *Mikal releases the PTT button and places his hood back on and pockets the radio. He gets up from his short rest and disappears into thick foliage even further masked by a settling fog*
  7. 8-Bit Anthem

    +1 \m/