Name: Mitch Sandhov
Personality: Quiet, reserved and tame until provoked.
Moved to Chernarussia when I was a young boy, I remember not of my childhood as it was rough and the memories have slipped from grasp since this outbreak. My wife and my young son were taken from me on the first night, I lived in a small house near the town of Myshkino, worked in Zelenogorsk. I still hear those screams as I had no choice but to painfully watch my wife be ripped from this world, then it hit me. As I remained in silence hidden outside, her eyes re-opened. I ran, I ran some more, and then I continued to run. I came across some small barns in the middle of nowhere, the place didn't seem familiar. I took refuge inside and came across some basic supplies, including an old hunting rifle with extremely low ammo, it gave me a sense of security while I was trying to figure out what the hell is going on, yet in reality I was far from safe.
I kept moving from town to town, trying to do my best to look for fellow survivors but my eyes witnessed greed and hateful motives from people I once would call friends. Bandits everywhere, stealing and taking what they wish, murder, pillaging and slaughter.
Days passed, I had heard of a small group forming up known as nothing more than - The Wolves of Chernarus, rumors were spreading that they could help I made a decision to seek them out, I enlisted in their ranks to help save our homestead and take the fight back to restore order and bring justice to anyone that sought to destroy our homes, or at least what is left.
Although I no longer have my old family, I now lie in wait with my new brothers. I fear no man, no monster and no task with 'Serye Volki' at my side.