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  1. Yeah, the amount is fine. But the health is ridiculous, I put two 12g slugs in a zombies face and still runs at me kinda takes me out of the experience.
  2. Pre-Infection Born to a fairly impoverished merchant family in Karichar, his father sold various meats and vegetables. His mother worked in a arms factory. He went through some schooling for basic mathematics and the national language, at the age of 14 he join the Republican Militia. At 15 he found a love for US comic books and he self taught himself English within a few years. When he was 16 he joined the Takistai army. In June of 2012 he and his Takistani brothers had no clue the colossal beating they where going to take. Stationed at a mountain outpost south of Kakaru, he and his brothers watched in horror as US soldiers attacked the airstrip near Loy Manara. For four days he and his brothers held their ground, during the second day of the invasion a gunship continuously peppered the mountainside with no knowledge of the Strela he moved to down the helicopter in which he was successful his brothers later called him "Hawk". But in the end the men ultimately decided to surrender to the invaders, Mohammad left during the night with as much as he could carry. He continued the fight against the westerners and the Takmyr government, his father was executed by pro-Takmyr insurgents. In greif he later Takistan later in 2013 for Ardistan and Karzeghistan in 2015 he continued to fight for Socialist/Anti westerner groups. He shot down a total of three more helicopters, two belonging to Ardistan local forces and one British AH-11 Wildcat. Post-Infection The infection his Karzeghistan in late July, during a skirmish near Shapur e-Dalanper with British forces infected stumbled into the firefight killing all that they can in the confusion he was able to escape. In 2018 he moved back into Takistan and continued his war with the local government, the Takmyr government did not car much of damage he caused due to it gradual collapse. With no one in charge, he and his comrades erected the "Aziz Social Government" in late 2018 but soon after his dreams crumbled around him. In Mid-2019 his fledgling nation collapsed due to other factions and the infection. Dishearten he moved away to Bandar-e Ghazmi, later joined a group in the middle of repairing a boat. In November they set sail to Utes, December 2nd a storm forced his group to ship wreak in between Primorsk and Miroslavl. He had no clue where to go nor had anyone to follow he wandered and found himself in South Zagoria, without a clue on what to do he decided to try and carve out a life in Chernarus.
  3. https://youtu.be/DuoTdnq_OqE Just found these guys and I love their music.
  4. Had some great guerilla RP at Tisy base. Crawling through the grass and hiding in bushes to keep out of the sight of the Asylum boys. Pretty intense, shame we never traded shots was looking forward to a good firefight.
  5. Theist currently, used to be pretty hardcore Catholic until about 10th grade and I kinda figured out I liked some of the men in my grade. I don't like religions that judge me based on things I can't control. Personally, I have been looking into different religions such as Taoism that state we are all human and should not use sexuality or sexual misconduct to manipulate or harm other humans and refrain from hedonism and other things such as violence, theft, etc... But in roleplay, I've played Catholic, Orthodox, and now Buddist.
  6. Quang Lê was born in Thanh Hung, Vietnam. A rural community which most exports were rice and other assorted vegetables he learned to hunt for sport and to clean and handle rifles. He went into university for Agricultural Technology and Management, he finished his schooling and started work in a government agricultural productivity agency. He worked with rural communities to increase modernization of farms and boom productivity. In 2016 he was sent to Chernarus on a goodwill mission by the Vietnamese government to help alleviate the food shortages spurred by the 2009 civil war, for about a year he worked with communities to help increase productivity. By the beginning of July, Lê listened for any word from Vietnam but none came, with little to no money he could not afford to go home so he continued his work. But only a week later he figured that going home was completely impossible, airports closed, CDF lines kept being pushed back. Soon he found himself stranded in a foreign country he did not even know the language of, but nonetheless, he had to find a way to survive.
  7. Severograd 6:38 A.M. July 11th. Alexander awoke to his pager buzzing rapidly he groggily picked it up and read the message. It was from the Senior sergeant of the neighbouring town of Severograd "All units, multiple riots in Severograd. Back-up requested." Alex was not shocked by this message. With the ethnic tensions high a riot would spill in the streets but in his mind, he felt as if this would be different. He put on his uniform and jogged down to the station, the streets were dead no a soul in sight quite unusual for the morning at least someone should be out and about. Alex shook off these thoughts and made his way to the station, he walked through the door greeted by his partner Tanya. "Took you long enough we need to get going the others already left. They should just be getting into the town." Alex nodded, went upstairs and grabbed his gear. "Makarov, Baton, Radio, Handcuffs." Alex checked off his list and ran downstairs and out the door to the waiting police car. The ride over was quiet, he stared out the window looking at the farmhouses and industrial zones between Novaya Petrovka and Severograd. Quiet. Nothing, no lights, no parked cars, no people. As they approached Severograd, cars flew past them at alarming speeds clearly trying to get very, very far from Severograd. "Should we stop them?" Tanya questioned. "No, if a riot broke out that is the top priority for the moment being we are understaffed as it is." 7:15 A.M. Alex and Tanya finally got into the city the roads were filled with people they continued through the pandemonium and moved to the city centre. As they drove down the main road they were stopped by a person in the road, it was a child, a little girl no more than ten still in her sleeping clothes crying for someone to help her parents. "Alex, what should we do?" Alex pondered a moment then responded. "Look, let's get out you cover me. And we get this girl off the streets. We'll bring her to the station here. That sound good?" Tanya nodded and they both got out. People ran past them screaming of monsters, but Alex paid no mind to them. "Get the girl and go," he said to himself, he walked up to the child and spoke in a soft voice. "Hey, hey. No need to cry. This isn't a place for a little girl. Where are your parents?" The girl could barely speak through her sobs, "Th-the s-s-soldiers got them. They saw me so I ran, I-I-I-I didn't want them to hurt me. Mister! Please h-help my parents they are hurt!" "We will get to your parents but you need to be safe...." He looked past the girl to the building behind her, to see a CDF soldier stumbling toward him, arm missing, chared, growling like an animal. "What the hell..." Alex said under his breath looking a the man, the little girl saw his look and turn to face the soldier. She screamed, pointing at the man "It-it-it-it's one of the soldiers that hurt my parents!" The soldier noticed them and aggressively growled, stumbling to a slow jog. "G-get behind me," commanded Alex, he pulled his gun, pulled the slide to chamber a round, and commanded "Police! Get down on the ground now!" This did nothing and only served to excite the man, he screeched and started a full run toward Alex. 7:28 A.M. Alex fired two rounds into the man's chest with his Makarov, the force of the two rounds knocked the man down. Alex breathed a sigh of relief as the man looked dead. Alex's eyes almost bulged from his head as he saw the man get up from the ground. An arm missing and two bullets and he was not dead, this was unbelievable. "Oh my god..." Tanya said from the back. Alex did not hesitate to fire three more shots into the man's chest, and one into his head. This seemed to finally kill him, Alex gasped, "What the fuck is going on! We need to get out of here now, get back to the car." Alex took the girl by the hand and moved her to the vehicle. Tanya moved to the driver side. "Alex look out!" Tanya pointed behind him, Alex turned weapon drawn three more soldiers sprinted out of the house are chared with limbs missing growling like animals. He fired six more rounds into the group of soldiers, two fell and did not get up. The last charged screeching, Alex lined up the shot. *Click* *Click*. "Gah. Fuck me!" The soldier drew closer, Alex swung his pistol at the soldier's head making contact. The soldier stumbled but did not fall. He leapt upon Alex forcing him to his back, Alex wrestled with the man but the man's strength greatly out weighted Alex's. Alex could only keep the man from biting him. Suddenly a baton hit the soldier in the side of the head knocking him down and he laid lifeless. Alex looked up to see Tanya with the baton, she saved his life and was greatly thankful. Alex grabbed his weapon and reloaded another magazine. "Let's get out of here, we are dead meat if we stay." Tanya agreed they got in the police car and turned out of town. 3:38 P.M. The radio was alive in the patrol car from stations all around the region, the riots and pandemonium were all over the northeast region. Nobody seemed to stop them, one by one police stations across the northeast region went silent. The small girl was in the back of the car shivering cold and coughing terribly Alex wanted to go to Zelenagorsk to regroup with government forces and have the girl looked at. It was going to be a long trip. Alex could not help but feel guilty he left his comrades in Severograd to die or to a worse fate. Survivors guilt? If he had been there an hour earlier he'd have been cut off and surrounded like the others. Maybe god or some greater being intended it this way, maybe just dumb luck. At least he and his partner were safe for now. Zelenogorsk 7:43 P.M. The police car came upon the city of Zelenogorsk, the city of Alex's birth a place of profound sadness. Alex lost his parents here. His father in 2009 to a Chedaki sniper and his mother to lung cancer in 2016, but he couldn't feel a little happy that neither of his parents had to experience this nightmare but he couldn't help but feel sad of their passing. Alex washed away those thoughts and looked back to the girl, she was almost completely unresponsive she would only find herself in another coughing fit then go back to sleep. The current situation was currently very grim, but nonetheless, he was an officer "To protect and serve" and he must do what he can. After about five minutes of traffic, they finally approached the clinic. It was crowded beyond comprehension mass groups of people demanding to know what was going on up north. Most of the people crowded were not even sick, only to pester the police and medical staff. The crowd was too thick they bumped into Alex paying no mind to him or the child he had in his arms, this flew him into a rage. He withdrew his service pistol and fire in the air, the crowd either ran or looked upon Alex "Police business make way for the injured!" 10:31 P.M. Alex had handed over the child to medical professionals in hopes of them somehow fixing her plight, but Alex was not hopeful he was terrified to think if she would turn into a beast like the soldiers he couldn't help but sob an hour. Tanya had tried to comfort Alex, he found solace in her voice like a child to a mother. A doctor walked into the waiting room with a grim expression, after speaking with the receptionist he turned to Alex and Tanya "The child's condition is not improving, and any drug we could give her will do nothing. From the estimates we have from the government she has only an hour before she becomes crazed like the rest of the infected individuals." Alex responded with his voice almost giving out. "What is there to do, we have to be able to do something!" "I'm afraid not everything we have already given her has done nothing. The only thing that can be used to prevent her from becoming crazed is euthanasia." Alex slumped back into the bench his expression hard he has now lost complete hope for the situation. In a moment of clarity, he weighed the options and looked to the doctor "Do as you must, but I will be there to comfort her." This shook Tanya and she pleaded "A-Alex you can't be serious, there has to be another way! Let us wait, somebody will make a cure for this plague you can't kill a little girl!" Alex looked to her, "You heard the man, she will become like the beast in Severograd if we do not kill her now. I don't like it but it is for the greater good for our nation and her soul." Alex and marching out of the clinic. He knew he deserved that, but he knew what must be done. The doctor lead Alex to the room, the nurse handed a mask and gloves to Alex. He promptly put them on and walked into the room. 10:37 P.M. There she was she was a husk of a person by this point, pale almost translucent, she was barely conscious. Alex sat next to her, he stroked her hair. Her eyes fluttered but she could not open them. She spoke in a hushed and horse tone "Papa, is that you?" Alex was shocked she could speak, he responded "Yes, papa is here now. No need to worry." She faintly smiled and after a second it dropped. "When can we go home? I want to see mama and my friends." Alex tried to keep his composure but kept choking up. "S-soon the doctor has m-m-medicine that will fix you up." He grabbed the hand of the child his hand shaking profusely "Papa, I love you." Alex could do nothing but sob. "I-I love y-you too." The doctor walked over and positioned the needle in her arm and pushed the plunger. She held on to Alex's hand, after a minute she went limp. It was done. July 19th. The last seven days flew by, the situation grew only dire. The CDF was pushed down to Zelenogorsk and Chernogorsk, the last two places of civilization in the whole region. But this would seem to not last long, Nadezhdino, Kozlovka, and the Pavlovo Military base all went dark. Completely cut off from the rest of the government forces meant less ammunition to the soldiers on the front line and ammunition was being used as fast as they got it. But with no support, the CDF commander decided it was time to move west, abandon the vehicles and march into the countryside and wait out the storm. They have packed up and have already left, leaving the sick and the elderly people too stubborn to leave their homes. Alex could respect that they would stay, but it was time for him to leave, he grabbed his equipment and moved north. He was going to stay in South Zagoria, it was his home, after all, there were still people that need help and maybe he could help somebody rebuild some semblance of civilization or to battle this plague that has destroyed his nation. (I hope you enjoyed this little short story. Sorry if the grammar is terribly wrong, I was never good at writing. So I'll look back at this later and fix it up. I do plan on continuing this about his time wandering after the societal collapse and meeting his close friends as of now. Sorry if I screwed up the lore somewhere give me a shout and I'll fix it.)
  8. Born in Zelenogorsk in 14th June 1997. Alexander had a reasonably normal childhood in Chernarus, exploring the forests, Hunting with his father, and going to school. His school years went by fast and never thought about going to university he wanted to become a police officer like his father who had fallen in the line of duty and seeing first hand the pandemonium and chaos of the 2009 civil war. A month after his graduation, he applied to the South Zagorian Oblast Police Force, after months of police academy training in Central Kopec he was trained in common western and eastern weapons and in Special Weapons and Tactics. He returned to the South Zagoria Oblast, mostly breaking up domestic disputes and fights he served as a patrol officer. Until 2017 with the imminent outbreak of civil war. He and his fellow officers tried to maintain order. He participated in raids on factions that inflamed ethnic tension. Then the outbreak finally came into the picture. Alexander helped in evacuating civilian, mostly sitting around in evacuation points. Society finally broke down and the CDF retreated west. Alexander decided to stay and help any and all people. (I am going to overhaul this after I finish the short story series I am creating.)
  9. On December 12th, 1990, Jonathon O'Hara was born in constant fighting, being born in Free Derry in a time of both IRA and Ulster Loyalist terrorism. He learned from a young age about the fight for freedom, his family glorified the IRA thus little Jonathon did as well. Jonathon did well in his school life alright academically, but not socially he would constantly bully and get into fights with loyalist kids. In 2008 he graduated school and of hearing of the Good Friday Agreement, he immediately moved south to University as far as possible from Northern Ireland. He applied for Irish citizenship and excelled in his school work graduating with honours. Now being a full Irish citizen and have lived in Ireland proper for more than two years. he went to the only place he could think of the Army. The ideal of freedom have always stayed with Jonathon even after moving south. He joined the army in 2012, he knew that the DF went on UN peacekeeping mission and that was what he wanted. To see the world and to lend freedom to different countries. After months of training, he finally was able to put on the beret of the Irish Defense Force. He went on multiple UN peacekeeping missions from Africa to South East Asia and Eastern Europe. In 2017 he was going on his last peacekeeping mission to the country of Chernarus. Chernarus had been ethnic tension, kinda like back in the day at home. So he understood the majority of the situation and the parties involved. War raged in Chernarus, people died and Jonathon was shot at by Ultranationalist plenty of times. When the outbreak happened the UN did what it could for the people of Chernarus(Delivering supplies and evacuating people from regions rife with infection.) After much confusion and fighting, things died down and infected roamed the streets. The order finally came down from above to move west to evacuate the country. The convoy was set and moving west. East of Novy Sobr the convoy was attacked by Ultranationalist, so then a gunfight ensued drawing the attention of the infected of the town. They charged the Ultranationalist and UN soldiers alike, clawing them to pieces. One final RPG round hit a jeep in the convoy the blastwave hit Jonathon, but he was alive and conscious but he dropped his weapon when the wave hit him. Seeing his comrades die and with no means to defend himself, he ran east back toward the base only to get turned around in the forest. He escaped the forest but he was lost in the country with no radio and no backup coming. He would have to try and survive this nightmare and get home.
  10. I finally got everything set up and decided that I should introduce myself, my name is Stiver, I'm 19, I come from the great and glorious state of Pennsylvania! I've come to see what DayzRP has to offer. I have played a little RP so I know what I am doing and I do plan to learn a little more on the road. I do hope I have the pleasure of meeting some of you and create some great stories!
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