Valtorix
Self-Identified S.T.A.L.K.E.R
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Basic Information
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175 lbs (approx.)
Hair/Eye Colour: Jet Black / Brown Eyes
Nationality: Iran, Tehran
Backstory
Behrad grew up in Tehran with his extensive family; primarily consisting of his mother's side with only some of his father's side residing in the city. Behrad grew up modestly, never found wanting but never exceeding his expectations; which made for a very pleasant childhood. His sister and him were quite close, they'd often spend time together playing in the streets near their home with the other kids in the neighborhood; which often resulted in Behrad getting into all sorts of mischief. One particular time during this part of his life that he still remembers vividly to this day, was when his friend had convinced him to steal some sweets from a convenience store not far down the street. He hesitated, knowing his father would disapprove and his mother, disappointed; but his friend insisted they could get away if they planned it out and were careful.
He agreed, reluctantly, but said if they were to do this; they would do it right. So Behrad spent the evening inconspicuously observing the convenience store and the clerk that owned it; watching who went out, who went in and when the clerk would leave for a smoke break. After he was confident on knowing the routine of the store, he observed the entrances and exits; making note of the damaged air vent at the back of it near the dumpster, the half opened but shoddy window on the side of the building - and of course, the front door and back doors. Behrad decided the best course of action would be to send his friend in through the front door to distract the clerk while he ran climbed in through the side window and took the sweets. They agreed, and put the plan into action the next evening. So far so good, his friend walked in and distracted the clerk by breaking something "by accident" and making a fuss over it; all the while Behrad struggled to open the window. Try as he could, the old window was jammed, and simply wouldn't open any further, he quickly decided to give up and run to the back door, thankfully it was unlocked and he went inside. He crouched as low as he could and quietly crept to where their favorite sweets are - however just as he grabbed it, the clerk caught his hand!
The police came as did his father, both of which scolded him however the clerk forgave Behrad on the condition that he do community service for the police. The officer frowned but nodded reluctantly in agreement, not before suggesting some physical correction to his father who scoffed at the idea and was offended by the officer's suggestion.
He agreed, reluctantly, but said if they were to do this; they would do it right. So Behrad spent the evening inconspicuously observing the convenience store and the clerk that owned it; watching who went out, who went in and when the clerk would leave for a smoke break. After he was confident on knowing the routine of the store, he observed the entrances and exits; making note of the damaged air vent at the back of it near the dumpster, the half opened but shoddy window on the side of the building - and of course, the front door and back doors. Behrad decided the best course of action would be to send his friend in through the front door to distract the clerk while he ran climbed in through the side window and took the sweets. They agreed, and put the plan into action the next evening. So far so good, his friend walked in and distracted the clerk by breaking something "by accident" and making a fuss over it; all the while Behrad struggled to open the window. Try as he could, the old window was jammed, and simply wouldn't open any further, he quickly decided to give up and run to the back door, thankfully it was unlocked and he went inside. He crouched as low as he could and quietly crept to where their favorite sweets are - however just as he grabbed it, the clerk caught his hand!
The police came as did his father, both of which scolded him however the clerk forgave Behrad on the condition that he do community service for the police. The officer frowned but nodded reluctantly in agreement, not before suggesting some physical correction to his father who scoffed at the idea and was offended by the officer's suggestion.
Behrad had learned his lesson all those years ago, and turned a new leaf; as it turns out he was quite fond of the day to day duties the officer undertook that he was witness to as part of his community service; which involved some trash pickup and a ride along. He was now fifteen years old, and hard at work for his father; maintaining the household, running errands for his mother and diligently studying his school work. He became the model son, steering far from crime and mischief as was his father's wishes; and to be honest, he much preferred this over the heart attack he nearly received when the officer was called by the clerk. He was an average student and a caring person, but he wasn't too fond of his classmates who took to drugs and stealing; as it often lead to other things such as distribution and even violence; he had no proof of this but... it was enough to convince him to steer clear.
His biggest regret was realized when he turned eighteen. His friend, who had helped him all those years ago to steal the candy, had fallen onto hard times and turned to a life of crime. Those other troublesome school mates of his were lead by his close friend, Mohammed; who he later found out was a dealer for a local gang. One day, after school, he approached him and demanded that he come with him = saying that if he did, he would make it worth his while. Behrad didn't trust him, didn't want to, but reluctantly went anyways; hoping, no praying, that if he was up to no good that he could convince him to not do it.
Mohammed told Behrad that he had a large package of heroin he had to push by the end of the day, or his boss was going to kill him and the others. Behrad was taken aback by this and insisted that he go to the police instead, to which Mohammed instantly turned down; saying that they were corrupt. Behrad said no, and to his surprise his friend drew a revolver on him; pointing it straight at his forehead and pulling back the hammer - "You will help me." was the last thing Mohammed ever said to Behrad.
He nodded, and Mohammed gave him half the package via a large baggie and said to be at a certain spot before dusk with the cash. He nodded, and did the only sensible thing - went straight to the police. Come dusk when he was expected, the police surrounded Mohammed's friend and his boss, taking them by surprise - a shootout quickly commenced, and Mohammed was killed. The officer he reported the crime to was none other than the same who gave him the ride along, he gave a look of approval to Behrad and told him that the rule of law is the only thing keeping chaos at bay - and that he should always strive to protect the order of things.
His biggest regret was realized when he turned eighteen. His friend, who had helped him all those years ago to steal the candy, had fallen onto hard times and turned to a life of crime. Those other troublesome school mates of his were lead by his close friend, Mohammed; who he later found out was a dealer for a local gang. One day, after school, he approached him and demanded that he come with him = saying that if he did, he would make it worth his while. Behrad didn't trust him, didn't want to, but reluctantly went anyways; hoping, no praying, that if he was up to no good that he could convince him to not do it.
Mohammed told Behrad that he had a large package of heroin he had to push by the end of the day, or his boss was going to kill him and the others. Behrad was taken aback by this and insisted that he go to the police instead, to which Mohammed instantly turned down; saying that they were corrupt. Behrad said no, and to his surprise his friend drew a revolver on him; pointing it straight at his forehead and pulling back the hammer - "You will help me." was the last thing Mohammed ever said to Behrad.
He nodded, and Mohammed gave him half the package via a large baggie and said to be at a certain spot before dusk with the cash. He nodded, and did the only sensible thing - went straight to the police. Come dusk when he was expected, the police surrounded Mohammed's friend and his boss, taking them by surprise - a shootout quickly commenced, and Mohammed was killed. The officer he reported the crime to was none other than the same who gave him the ride along, he gave a look of approval to Behrad and told him that the rule of law is the only thing keeping chaos at bay - and that he should always strive to protect the order of things.
Behrad was now in his 20s, attending the police academy where he was in the process of studying law and the various SOPs of the local police force. He had come along way since the days of his youth, though the day of his former friend's death still haunted him; was there more that he could do? He knew not. Little did he actually know, that today was the day the world came to an end. The Seven Hour War. It devastated the world, and came under way so swiftly no one had time to react. not technically inducted into the force and merely a cadet, Behrad was left at the mercy of the Combine. Being spared the mysterious fate of the others who server in the force or the military, he was quickly inducted into the new society imposed by the Benefactors. Moving from city to city, Behrad came to soon realize the new system that had been put in place was a just one, albeit strict; but to him, it seemed fair. Those who would defy the rule of law imposed by the Combine, which often involved crime, drugs or violence, were quickly dealt with - whether it be a prison sentence, relocation or execution. Those who respected the law, the order and structure of society were justly rewarded - and Behrad reaped the rewards of Loyalism. He grew fond of the Combine, and the peace they had created - he even was permitted to engage in coitus; to which he enjoyed quite a bit. It wasn't long before everything fell apart... again.
Behrad was relocated to City 24, a humble but beautiful city. Behrad was getting acquainted with the locals, enjoying the luxuries and privileges of Loyalism; until the Rebellion happened.
Behrad lost everything, his status, his perks, his peace. The structure of society fell apart to him, and chaos reigned freely; insurgents were bombing and shooting the streets, all in the name of "freedom"; a disgusting reality for Behrad by comparison. Still, if it was one thing he knew well, it was survival; he stripped himself of his loyalist branding and blended in with the others amidst the chaos in an attempt to escape the bloodshed and executions. With the city practically on fire, the crowd ran into the Alps - along with the known Resistance cell Lambda.
He found himself into the bunker he now was suppose to call home, a "free haven" for all fighting for the freedom of the human race. Behrad would not succumb so easily, he would not allow this sacrilege, these animals, to destroy his peace; his order, his law. He will do whatever it takes to see the Combine restored, even if it means he has to take a life.
Behrad lost everything, his status, his perks, his peace. The structure of society fell apart to him, and chaos reigned freely; insurgents were bombing and shooting the streets, all in the name of "freedom"; a disgusting reality for Behrad by comparison. Still, if it was one thing he knew well, it was survival; he stripped himself of his loyalist branding and blended in with the others amidst the chaos in an attempt to escape the bloodshed and executions. With the city practically on fire, the crowd ran into the Alps - along with the known Resistance cell Lambda.
He found himself into the bunker he now was suppose to call home, a "free haven" for all fighting for the freedom of the human race. Behrad would not succumb so easily, he would not allow this sacrilege, these animals, to destroy his peace; his order, his law. He will do whatever it takes to see the Combine restored, even if it means he has to take a life.
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The Combine
"The new order in our world, restoring peace and security to our war-torn planet. They are the future, whether people want to believe it or not, makes no difference. They were like this before too, crime, murder, war; and now they do it again, only at the behest of our new Benefactors. I will stay loyal to them always."
The Lambda -
"They are dangerous people, traitors and rats. They speak of treachery and betrayal, yet are ripe with former Civil Protection; cowards, disloyal. They invaded my mind, probed my deepest secrets, molested my very soul and being. I will accept their olive branch, and use it to fashion a bat to beat them with."
The Vortigaunts
"The vile creatures must be destroyed! Perverse entities of life that intrude on the minds of others!"
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