User:Bogdan Radu
Bogdan Radu
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Romanian
Allegiance: Survivors
Appearance: Dark-brown hair, brown eyes
Class: Soldier
Squadron: 904th Attack Helicopter
Rank: Lieutenant
Status: Unknown
Short Bio
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Bogdan joined the army when he was 19 and was quickly accepted into the air-forces. Two years of flying the AH-64D Apache Attack Helicopter earned him the lieutenant rank. In these two years, he and his co-pilot survived every conflict they were sent in, thanks to formidable teamwork and talent.
On the 13th of December, 2009, he was sent on a patrol mission over the closed city of Malton. His aircraft suffered a malfunction to the tail engine and had to crash-land in Spicer Hills. Sadly, Bogdan's co-pilot didn't survive the crash. Irony has it that while he was scavenging for any useful supplies at the crash site, the undead flooded around him so he was forced to run away with just his handgun and a First-Aid Kit. Both Bogdan and his co-pilot were labeled as M.I.A. and were left to fate by the military forces, afraid that a rescue operation would spread the virus.
A day later, he found his way into one of the police departments and grabbed some weapons and ammo for personal defense. He started wandering Malton, trying to learn this strange environment and lending a hand to whoever needed it (except to zombies, who needed his brain, not hand). [Journal entries will be posted in the section below]
Supporter of ...
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Sacred Ground Policy Supporter |
| This user or group supports the Sacred Ground Policy and acknowledges that all Cemeteries in the city of Malton are considered Revivification Points. |
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Uniform Barricading Policy Supporter |
| This User or Group supports the Uniform Barricading Policy by actively maintaining barricades according to local plan or UBP standard. |
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Pay It Forward Supporter |
| This User or Group Pays It Forward. Get a revive, give a revive. |
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Dam Tactics Supporter |
| This User or Group supports Dam Tactics. Meatshields! |
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Just Nuke the Place! |
| This user thinks the military should drop the bomb on Malton so that the zombies can mutate into something more powerful and finally pose a real threat to survivors. That is, if any of the survivors make it... |
Action Reports
Entry 1 - December 17, 2009 - Spicer Hills
Been two days since I crash-landed in this hell-hole. It's ironic that I didn't manage to crash on the other side of the border considering I'm so close to it. I managed to evade the undead and get inside a police station where I found myself amidst a big group of survivors. A few greeted me warmly while others ignored me completely. No wonder, most are veterans in this city. I grabbed another gun and a shotgun from the armory found a place to sleep on the second floor. I awoke at the sound of gunfire in the night and witnessed two survivors mauled to death while a few survivors were pouring shells into them. The fight was over before I could join. It seems that this place isn't safe enough, even if people say it's one of the safest areas right now. I'll go into the streets to take a look around as soon as I regain my strength.
Always thought I'd end up in hell but this is not what I expected. Bogdan signing off.
Entry 2 - December 20, 2009 - Lockettside
Ah, Christmas is coming and I'm stuck in this hellhole, instead of being back home with my family and my girl. I've worked my way up to Lockettside and took shelter in the Bridgewater Crescent PD to resupply. I've managed to kill 2 zombies so far and, considering how resistant they are, I felt good about it. Some survivors say there's a mall in this suburb that is under human control but I don't feel like going there yet. I've heard both good intel and mad ramblings on the radio so I want to keep away from some survivors as much as I do from zombies since I might find myself with a bullet in the head. Lately I found myself practicing what people around here call "Free Running" ... I jump from building to building without stepping into the street and that usually makes a difference between being safe and being lunch. I'll stick around in this area for a couple of days to see what news and gear I can gather and maybe I'll head north, to the mall, to see if I can lend a hand.
As a side note, the food around here stinks. All I had were canned beans and some fried meat I don't dare ask where it came from. Welcome to Malton.
