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  1. Timothy Green

    Timothy had grown up in the small town of Stillwater, his family was naturally poor with the only reason for them to have any land was through inheriting it by the death of his grandfather. His childhood home was large from when his family name was well known, nearly half the cows that were on the shelf in Local groceries stores came from the Green cattle ranch. However that was long ago, with what remains being empty and filled with dust. Minimum electricity, and a water pump that lead to a well that had begun to dry up. However food is something they never had to worry about; with the vast lands of the inherited property they would simply go hunt for small or large game, having dinners that would have been caught the same morning. His skills with a bow would thrive as a child before moving up to a rifle in his teen years. The land however would soon lose it's fertility after a rough winter, followed by an immense summer drought that would cause the small well to eventually empty. In a panic the family would be forced to sell their land; taking an offer that was practically stealing the land from them, they would take the little profit and move to a country that seemed to be perfect, fertile lands, a country back in development and in need of fresh cattle. It would be a completely new start, however doable as they had found a perfect clear chunk of land that wasn't too far from any one place. Soon they would have a decent farm with a good amount of livestock, with each cow they had bearing a fancy "G" on their rear. Now that Timothy was older he was able to help with cattle runs as well, transporting the herd to a nearby town where a portion of them would be bought and slaughtered. That's when he would run into Isaac Montenegro, a nice resident who has lived there quite a few years and would be more than happy to show Timothy how to hunt the different and new game. Timothy would be more than willing to comply, yet no one would know how much of a negative influence he would be.
  2. "For to fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise without really being wise, for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For no one knows whether death may not be the greatest good that can happen to man." -Plato, Apology Taking place in an old book, the small text written in between the lines of someone else's story, the pen clearly running out of ink as circles and swirls filled other parts of the page and some words seem to barely stay on the paper. 1- How long has it been now? It's only beginning to get more cold as the days pass and I am left with guessing and asking for dates and times. Everyone gives different answers now. 2 months, 3, 4, some even say its been more. For those who do, I pity them. Thinking "This" has been happening for over 4 months? What would one's mental state be after that long of killing and bloodshed? For even I am having trouble keeping myself together in this brotherhood I am now bound to. Perhaps it was not the best idea; Take an oath, swear my life to a group I've only known for a mere few days, where the only way out is death. Perhaps I should have thought it through a little more, but I became wrapped up in the thought of being someone that would no longer have to walk these cracking roads and crumbling buildings alone. Having a kind of family around you, better than those who just drink at the bar. Although, even at the bar now you have to keep your head down. You don't want to become too popular, That's how you die now. Even if someone is the best man alive; If they are well known they will still manage to get an enemy or worse, a bullet. This will be the start of a mini-log series, give feedback so I may improve for future logs!
  3. I loved this community right from the start, sadly I had to take a rather long break from DayZRP and the Community in general but I'm back and ready to hop on board once again with the new amazing lore and new characters to make everything seem fresh again!
  4. Vaska Egorov

    Vaska Egorov was born in the smallest town, quite literally, in rural Chernarus. He wasn't really brought up doing any kind of specific hard work, went on short vacations here and there with his family. Playing with the kids around the neighborhood caused him to live the easiest life possible in the country, until the civil war broke out. By the end of it, his father had been killed in action whilst fighting against whoever was threatening to take away his family. Vaska was fifteen, and wanted to join the army, or the military, or whoever would take him and allow some form of revenge against their enemies. He had to wait a while more until finally being accepted in a rare circumstance, most likely pertaining to his father being a high ranking officer. Unused to the hard work, he began to slow down and had his eyes set on a much bigger prize. If he could learn to fly, then why couldn't he rain down fury upon all of his foes, regardless of the consequences. Vaska began flight school at 17, quickly mastering the art of flight. He was put on search and rescue detail with three of his childhood buddy's. A lot of flying around and just looking at empty fields for survivors. Survivors of what though, he wasn't too sure. There were rumors among the grunts of some form of epidemic taking place throughout the country. It didn't help that he was being made to sit as the co-pilot on this specific mission, increasing his boredom even more-so. Adrian sat behind the main controls, flying a bit lower than what was usually allowed, though Vaska trusted him with his life. Or he would anyhow, if Adrian hadn't been having a coughing fit all morning and afternoon, and started sweating bullets. Something happened, Vaska knew that much. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that his close friend in the back of the huey flew out, landing somewhere in the trees, most likely dead. Adrian began to growl and scream, trying to scratch or bite at anything that moved. Vaska tried to take over, only to find that the controls were failing and they were already losing what little altitude they already had. He had managed to open the door before the helicopter crashed shortly after, with everything going black only to wake up for for what seemed like hours later. In reality, it was probably only about twenty or thirty minutes. The smoke, coupled with the loud crash of the helicopter landing in a nearby treeline, lured something into stalking him. Growls just like Adrian's filled the air, and Vaska attempted to move, quickly stopping once he felt a sharp pain from the mangled mess his leg was. No use walking on it, he attempted to splint it using cloth from his tactical shirt, using his knife to cut the fabric. Having a hard time breathing, he figured he must've bruised a rib or a lung during the crash. Hobbling out of the wreckage, he could see something at the edge of the treeline, seemingly smelling the air to find... Something. Going the opposite way, Vaska made his way into the Chernarus countryside; Slowly, although he would do his best to remember the terrain around him. This would have been 2 months ago, maybe longer as time and dates have seemingly disappeared along with the normality of life.
  5. DayzRP Photography

    Another group of photos, task bar and stats driving me a bit mad though D:< If anyone knows how to temporarily disable them, hit me up!
  6. DayzRP Photography

    All captured hours after .62 stable launched