Early Roots Born in Novodmitrovsk to the consecutively late Alena Justýna, and his father Conway Čeněk, a Cherno-Canadian originally from Yellowknife, Canada, Konrád's wicked life would have shared no grace for him from day one. His mother died immediately after birth due to complications, leaving him to his withdrawn and over-principled father, as well as his mother's extended family of primarily mobsters, thugs, and more-so, ultra-nationalist corroborators. Being the only child, he was closely guarded by his uncles and aunts. His father worked as a logger further North, and was rarely home. Even when he was, he was not the most fatherly type to K.C, which ultimately left him in the hands of his late mother's family for most of his early life. Much of his mother's side of the family were young, and working class, with not many older peers who were still alive or who had bothered to stay close to the delinquent, troubled family's ties in the Chernarussian mob, as well as their ties with what would later be key figures in the National Party. Thus, he was no stranger to the underwordly antics and extremist ideals his uncles corroborated in. He resided primarily with his uncle Arnošt, who took up the responsibility of being a father figure to him. Being a more discrete, mature member of society, he protected K.C from falling into the same delinquency as the rest of the family by getting him into the hobby of hunting, and outdoorsmanship. Arnošt did his best to steer K.C in the right direction, but still did not shelter him from the hand that would inevitably be dealt due to the hot water his family is in. Arnošt himself was not clean-handed, and was an arms smuggler for what was then the Working Man's Defense Alliance. However due to his family's nationalist ties, he soon became a smuggler for both, something that would ultimately cost him, his family, and K.C, something dearly. Early Years - A New Life K.C had lived a promising life despite the circumstances up to his teen years. He had A grades in his district school, and was an electee for the Chernarussian State University, and was hoping to take a major in geological studies and horticulture, with ambitions to eventually get into forestry, mostly in part due to his time spent in the wilderness and his father's similiar upbringing. His father made strides to be apart of K.C's life, which was heeded by his uncle Arnošt under troubling circumstances. And when K.C's father and the rest of his family became aware that Arnošt had been collaborating with both the ChDKZ and the National Party, the family was now split apart, and was a target to both sides. This prompted K.C and his father unexpectedly moving to Conway's place of origin, the Yukon Territories. Specifically, Yellowknife. More respectively, buttfuck nowhere. It all begun making sense to K.C, which would trouble him for a long time. Arnošt's drive to get him into the outdoors, keeping him closed off from his family, his father's sudden change of heart. Arnošt and his father had both also made it necessary for him to learn English, as well as Canadian history. It was all planned for the inevitable downfall. Starting a new life in Canada, forced to leave his family behind, K.C became immediately estranged from his father. He had dropped all of his ambitions of forestry and majors, due to the flat out scarcity of such in Yellowknife at the time. He resorted to working at a mill, where he became a millwright like his father Conway. Living on his own only knowing that he has to reign over his own life, it would be years before the political brinkmanship of Chernarus would eventually lead to war. The reality of this coming to K.C much sooner than the rest of the world. May 8th, 2008 K.C would be getting ready for work that morning, it was like any regular day. By now he would've been adapted to his life in Canada. While he had frequently recieved letters from his uncle Arnošt, he hadn't recieved anything in the following months. His phone rings. It's his father. "Hello." His father's voice is raspy, as if he has been crying. K.C has never heard his father cry. Even after all that had happened, he never thought he had it in him. "K.C. I know you don't like me calling you, but .. I figured- I figured I needed to let you know." K.C was caught off guard, knowing something was wrong, he put off his usual nonchalant dialogue with his father. "..Dad? What is it?" ".. Arno is uhh... well, Arno is dead.. Everybody back home is.. uhh, well they're in trouble." His father's voice shakes as he struggles to say this. K.C would stare blankly at his wall, sitting on his bedside. While he felt like he should be shocked, he had soaked it in by now that this would've caught up to him in some shape or form eventually, no matter how far he was from it. ".. What happened." His father musters the strength amongst his shock to continue. "Someone murdered him. The police aren't investigating.. apparently everyone back home got into some bad blood with the wrong people. A whole bunch of shit is going on K.C- I, I don't know what to do." His voice strains, becoming angry. "This happened fuckin'-.. 3 months ago. I just got the letter from your uncle Bogdan this morning, I don't even know when he sent it-" "I'm going back. Whether you're coming with me or not." K.C interrupts, calmly, despite being brought to tears in person. His father breathes coarsely over the phone, before letting out a deep sigh. "Do you understand what is going on back home, K.C?" K.C is pensive for a moment. "I've known what's been going on back home for a long time Dad. I know everything Arno told me, the life he tried to pave for me, all of it, was to make it easier for me to get away from this. I know you know that too. I know that you knew this would happen all along. It's just the hand that's been dealt." His father interjects starkly. "Then you know you can't go back. You don't want to get wrapped up in this, you don't have to! Arno did this for you. I did this, for YOU!" "You didn't do anything. You just kept me in the shadows, because it's the only thing you could do." K.C is quick to respond. This time, he struggles to say it out loud. A tear streams down his face. He sighs deeply. "I'm going home. Whether you like it or not. You can't stop me." "K.C just think for a moment, please! - you can't even get-" K.C hangs up the phone. It was time to go back home, was all he thought, regardless of what awaited him there. Instead of putting on his workboots and coveralls, he grabbed his dufflebag - the same bright green, white outlined yellow star bearing bag he had with him on the way to Canada - his passport, and started packing. 8 Years Later. Sitting in a rowhouse in Miroslavl, smoking a cigarette while staring at a mandatory evaluation notice on the table infront of him. Following the outbreak and his return to Chernarus, he was intercepted by the Chernarussian government upon his return to Primorsk 8 years prior. His own family had killed his uncle for corroborating with the ChDKZ, and he had been blackmailed into ceasing to come into contact with his remaining family, whether they were dead or alive. Now on a government watchlist and prevented from leaving the country, K.C had nowhere to go and nothing to lose. He had spent the past 8 years up until the outbreak and the cordon of South Zagoria as a smuggler for contacts within South Zagoria with close ties to his uncle Arnošt, having believed that his family was blackmailed into corroborating with the ChDKZ and ultimately killing his uncle. He operated in and out of South Zagoria. With word of ChDKZ remnants on a head hunt, he had no choice but to abandon the relative safety of the C.R for the uncharted remains of South Zagoria. He now operates as a guide and a navigator for other survivors within South Zagoria, finding a new life to live in the remains of Chernarus much like everyone else, he still aspires to piece together what went wrong all those years, and hopefully seek out who was behind all of it to start.