• Zachariah • Sidorov •
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm... → αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Zachariah Sidorov ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Zachariah, ¢all мe Zach.
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α guy.
→ ωho ɨs 26 ɣears σld.
→ ɨ aм 6 fєєt 3 ɨn¢Hєs.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Guns
___► Discipline
___► Relaxing
___► Reading
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Boredom
___► Cats
___► Spicy Food
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Faithless
___► Failures
___► Enemies
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise... Well, seeing as how you're about to die I suppose I can tell you a story. I was raised by my father down in a city West of here. I never really got to meet my mother as I heard she died giving birth to me. My father was a General of the army and as a child from a high ranking officer I was expected to achieve many things...and boy did I. I made Staff Sergeant after the first year of enlisting, my father made sure of that. Growing up I was prohibited from interacting with the other children as they were nothing more than a distraction; and not to mention that I was brutally trained by my father whenever he was not on duty. Such a loving father eh?
Time went on and wars came and went. 6 years ago my father was kidnapped and I was sent on a mission to retrieve him. As we began infiltrating the enemy base, they caught us off guard and surrounded us. My team fought valiantly, but our efforts were for naught. Their numbers were larger than us. After the battle they kept the survivors as prisoners and began torturing us along with other captives from what I believed were nearby villages.
The pain was intolerable. I watched as my men died from starvation, pain or suicide. Can you even imagine?...Watching your own men kill themseleves in front of you?...Watching them get slaughtered in front of your eyes?...Watching those children... Just as my last shred of sanity and hope began to sunder my body an explosion hit the prison where they kept us. The explosion created an enormous hole near my cell. Freedom was within my grasp. I couldn't smile...and I never found my father... After the incident, time had passed and I used that opportunity to try and stray from the military life, but your past always comes back to haunt you. Seeing as how all I knew was a life of blood, I took the job of a mercenary. I did that for a good 2 years until I fell in love with someone. Eventually, that someone became a target I was hired to eliminate. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, I hesitated and reconsidered. I walked up to my target and kissed them where we stood. I confessed everything. I told them who I was, what I did, what I had become and that they should run and never come back. I then arrived at my employers office and told my employer that I couldn't get the job done. They then informed me that they had already hired someone else to do the job for me. Many emotions emerged out of me, none of them pleasant. I asked if they had accomplished the mission. As they gave me a smile, and what a crooked smile, they answered yes with a tone that even the virgin Mary herself would be provoked. He was the last living thing I had sent back into the arms of god. That was the last time I had ever killed anyone...until this moment. May God have mercy on you, for I wont.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
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→ мy battlє тheme ɨs Sons of War -2 steps from Hell so prєparє yoursєlf...
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