Jump to content
Server time: 2017-10-20, 18:08
Safe Zone: CLOSED

MountainRat

Members
  • Content count

    9
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Community Reputation

0 Noobie

Account information

  • Whitelisted YES

About MountainRat

  • Birthday 10/14/77
  1. Josh Ratliff's (aka "Mountain Rat" or just "Rat") burden is the regret he carries for trusting his partner-in-crime during a smuggling operation that went bad. It's due to his reckless actions that caused Rat to be incarcerated on Prison Island. These events also led to the death of some of Rat's best friends. He promised when he got off that damned island, he would hunt down his former partner and kill him. Rat had 5 long years in that prison to think about the things he would do to that traitor. To Rat, the outbreak was a blessing. During the chaos, Rat was able to escape the island and make his way to the mainland. Now that he's here, he's in hunting mode. He's out for blood. For the blood of the man that ruined his life and took the lives of those closest to him. So a wise word to anyone roaming these lands. If you run into Rat, don't get in his way.
  2. Clay Diamond: How it all happened.

    Great backstory! Ours are a bit similar having both done time on that god forsaken island. Cheers!
  3. Holding "w" as I logged in is what saved my ass. When you do that, you will end up a few feet outside the house.
  4. Great post! While my character does have a military background, it was simply infantry and he was discharged long before the outbreak (about a decade before) to take up a life of crime smuggling drugs/guns/antiquities. The military background is merely to explain his experience in combat and tactics. His military training made him a better smuggler. So my character isn't necessarily RP'd as a soldier, but as a former inmate that was sentenced to life in Chernarus island prison for possession of contraband and trafficking. He was able to escape during the outbreak (5 years into his sentence). Many other inmates weren't so lucky (though a few others may have escaped, too...he doesn't know). Anyway, you can read the whole boring story here: http://www.dayzrp.com/t-A-Smuggler-s-Tale Cheers!
  5. A Smuggler's Tale

    (I will probably be adding to this and cleaning up the format a bit in the coming days.) My story started long before the outbreak... When most people leave the military, they go off to college - some of them enter law enforcement. Not me. I went a different route. It all started soon after my honorable discharge from the Army. I had served for over a decade in the 10th Mountain Division 1-32 "Chosin" with 4 tours and a few medals and ribbons under my belt. I seen a lot of shit in the Middle East that can never be unseen. I lost a lot of brothers in that conflict. It was a rough time.... Anyway, I bled for this country only to be shit on by my government upon my discharge. Like many veterans coming back from the war, I ended up homeless. The VA couldn't help, but they did put me on a waiting list for help. This list was over a year long. I really didn't want to live in shelters for that long. With the job market the way it was (nonexistent), I was running out of options. During this time, I had been living in Arizona trying to make ends meet. I had some old military buddies that lived there so I went to be close to them since they were the closest thing I had to a family. There were 5 of us living in a small, cramped apartment. We did what we could to pay rent and still afford food. One of my roommates sold weed on the side to make ends meet. It was about 10 years ago in the middle of a scorching hot summer that this particular roommate approached the rest of us with a job. The guy he got his weed from apparently worked for one of the big cartels in Sinaloa, Mexico. He had heard about our work in the military and offered us a job as security detail for some of his smuggling operations. I was no stranger to crime. I did my fair share of bad shit before I joined the Army. The Army was supposed to straighten me up. Ironically, it gave me the skills to be a better criminal. So we took the job. Without any marketable job skills, it was really the only thing we could do. And it turned out that we were very good at it. Our boss, who we simply called "El Capitan" was very impressed with our work. So impressed that he had us train his new recruits, too. We did a LOT of runs. We also had some close calls. At first, we were predominately smuggling drugs like cannabis and cocaine. But eventually, we also started running heroin, guns, antiquities, exotic pets, etc. If it was illegal, we smuggled it. Apparently, many of these exotic items such as the heroin and antiquities were being brought into Mexico from the Middle East. El Capitan had struck a deal with another big drug kingpin out of Afghanistan called "Raees Khodaidad". Raees was equally impressed with our work and struck a deal with EL Capitan to contract us out to him for a big shipment that he needed men for. He wanted to hire us to train his men and accompany them on this run from Afghanistan into Chernarus, across the Black Sea, and into Romania. We were to transfer a huge amount of opium and heroin by land and by sea into Western Europe to be distributed to those countries. I'm not sure what El Capitan was promised to convince him to let us go, but he did so without hesitation. But what we were promised would put us into retirement. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to Afghanistan after all I experienced there in the war. But this was supposed to be one job. One big job, with a huge payout. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned. We had already made our way into Chernarus when shit hit the fan. We were at the Chernogorsk docks getting the boats loaded with the goods when we were raided by an international drug interdiction unit. Apparently, they had been following Raees for a long time just waiting for their chance to get him on something huge. To this day, I'm not sure if we had a mole, but I wouldn't be surprised. Raees was extradited back to Afghanistan where he stood trial, was convicted, and promptly hung. 2 of my guys were killed in the short shootout that occurred during the raid. Another got away and I haven't seen him since. And 1 was apprehended along with myself. The trial was short. We were both sentenced to life without parole. Our sentence was to be carried out on Chernarus Prison Island. The US wanted Chernarus to extradite us for crimes we were wanted for there, but the 2 countries didn't have any agreements about extradition and Chernarus wanted to use us as an example to other would-be smugglers that it doesn't matter what country you hail from, if you smuggle into Chernarus, you will never leave. My sentencing was a little over 5 years ago. I've been incarcerated ever since. But not for much longer... We had first heard about the outbreak from the news reports on TV. Chernarus was in chaos. At first, there was talk of us being moved to another facility in neighboring Georgia. But once the countrywide quarantine started, that plan was scrapped. They told us we would just have to sit tight until it all blew over. It wasn't even a few days later when everything went to shit. There were cases of some prisoners and even a few guards getting sick with this new infection and becoming violent. It was isolated only in the southern wing at first, but it quickly spread. The guards started losing control when the prisoners began to panic. Many of the guards piled into the boats and simply left us. We would have all died if it weren't for one empathetic guard frantically opening our doors so we could at least try to survive. Unfortunately, the guard had already been injured badly and was infected with the disease. He succumbed shortly after only to come back to life again. He was the first "Zombie" I'd ever seen in person. He was also my first zombie kill. It gave me no pleasure to put down the man that saved us. But then again, at that point, he was no longer that man. Another person to succumb to the sickness was my pal, Kyle. He was the one that was apprehended with me on that fateful day 5 years ago. The riot that followed the release from our cells wasn't pretty. It was every man for himself, and pretty much every man wanted off that island. The guards had taken every available boat so the only way off was the long swim to the southern coast of Chernarus. Needless to say, being in the middle of winter, I don't think anyone survived that swim. Some of us stayed behind with the thought that the island would be safer. At first, it wasn't. There were the zombies to take care of. We ended up luring most of them to the center of the prison yard where we trapped them and burned them. We hunted down the stragglers and offed them. Eventually, we dispatched every zombie on the island and burned their bodies. Unfortunately, we still weren't safe. Some of the guys were still getting sick and dying. Those that weren't were starting to go a bit crazy from the lack of food and water. I believe that perhaps the ones that didn't get sick, including myself may have been immune, but I still have no evidence of that other than the fact that I'm still not dead even after having been exposed to the sick for so long. A few of the guys ended up building a raft from scraps and got off the island. I ended up being the last person off that rock by swimming. This time it was in the summer and I was able to make it, but just barely. I nearly drowned. thinking back, maybe that wouldn't have been so bad. I may have been freed from that prison, but now I'm in a new kind of prison. And just like in prison, out here you must do whatever you can to survive. And survive is what I intend to do.
  6. Greetings!

    Hi everyone! I thought I'd introduce myself here. I'm new to DayZRP, but not new to DayZ or RP. I'm a veteran DayZ enthusiast since the Arma 2 mod. I also have experience on some of the Arma Life servers. But the bulk of my RP experience comes from milsim gaming. I was in the 10th Mountain Division milsim group for over 3 years. During that time, I learned some great skills that I am excited to apply to DayZ. Been lone wolfing it for awhile, but hopefully I'll find a great group that will take me in. I look forward to our future RP interactions! Cheers!
  7. Is it safe to say that this group isn't very active anymore?
  8. Survivors: Looking For Group

    IGN: Josh Ratliff Age: 38 Country: USA English skills: Fluent English DayZ Mod Experience: Some experience, but not much. DayZ Standalone Experience: Been playing Standalone since Alpha release (Arma 2 DayZ before that) Roleplaying Experience: 10th Mountain Division Milsim unit for 3 years (PVT all the way up to leadership position). Ran a PMC milsim group called Mountain Security Group. Whitelisted in Critical Gaming Arma 3 Life. What kind of In Game role best describes you: Mostly a neutral role. Will do good or bad depending on what I get out of it. Have you been in any clan/group previously: Not in DayZRP. Additional notes: Very disciplined after many years of milsim service. Very loyal, too. Looking for any experienced group that will have me and is looking for an experienced member. Best way to contact you: PM me here, Steam (http://steamcommunity.com/id/crazyhobo420/). Backstory: I was a burgeoning smuggler in my younger days in the US. I would transfer shipments of cocaine and weed into the US from Mexico. Eventually, it was smuggling that brought me to Chernarus. There was this Afghani warlord who was heavily invested with one of Mexico's largest cartels (they would trade heroin and cocaine). This warlord knew about my work in Mexico and the US so he hired me to oversee a job that started in Chernarus, where he was sending a large shipment of heroin from Afghanistan into Western Europe. The plan was to make a pickup in Chernarus from the warlord's men, then to take the heroin across the Black Sea into Romania where they would then be taken on into Western Europe. Unfortunately, the plan didn't go off like it was supposed to. While loading the boats under the cover of night just South of the Chernogorsk docks, we were ambushed by an international drug interdiction agency that had been working with local law enforcement (and possibly a mole)to capture us. I was given a life sentence in the Chernarus Prison. I had already served 5 years of that sentence when the outbreak started. I woke up one morning to the prison alarm going off. The guards were running around frantically. I could hear screams coming from the wing next to mine. All at once all of our doors clicked open and a guard came around the corner covered in blood screaming for us to "RUN!". While the other guards were clamoring to get out and leave us behind, this one guard had enough compassion to put aside our pasts and open the doors for us to have one last chance at freedom. And he died doing it. I will never forget that. This is when I first seen one of the infected - the walking dead. That's when I knew that even though we were free from that prison, we weren't really free. We were simply on a new kind of death row, in a new kind of prison. But just like in prison, out here you must do whatever you can to survive. And survive is what I intend to do.
  9. An idea for something diffrent

    Very interesting concepts. Maybe there could be some sort of post-apocalyptic cult that shuns guns.
×