Volk Romero

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Volk Romero is a character role-played by Volkrhya\_.

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## Who is Volk?

Volk Romero was formerly an officer within the Los Santos Police Department. While he was on duty Volk tried to keep the peace by bringing a fair and consistent approach to situations in his own words "If I can take the worst moment and make the best of it for everyone there, why wouldn't I do that?".

Since the incident with Humane Labs, Volk has been a changed person. Suffering from the actions and then from being chipped something inside of him surely broke resulting in the person that is now seen running around the city. He is often known for being a bit aggressive on some things and tends to be more headstrong and determined than most others he is around.

"Play Stupid games, win stupid prizes. And I love giving out the stupidest of prizes."

## Early Life

Volk (at the time) Sokolova was born August 7th 1997 mid flight from Russia to America. He grew up moving around the U.S. moving from one military base to another as his father was stationed at them. His mother taught him Russian and numerous other cultural things of her homeland that would stay with him through his life. He learned and looked up most however to his father, A dedicated soldier and later a police officer. Volk was always playing "Army guys" and Cops and Robbers with his childhood friends. He was infatuated with how cool and awesome his dad seemed to him because of his military and civilian career until he turned 18 and joined the U.S. Army.

## Military Career

Volk went through basic training and and AIT at Fort Benning Ga. Shortly after he went through the Airborne school and later the Ranger Assessment and Selection Program and made it into the 75th Ranger Battalion. Early on he made numerous accomplishments there including Expert Marksmanship and his Expert Infantryman Badge. He deployed to Afghanistan twice earning the 75th Ranger Combat Service Identification Badge and Combat Infantryman Badge.

After these deployments he applied and completed special forces selection making it now as a Green Beret. He would move to Ft. Bragg where he would join the ranks of 3rd Special forces Group. He then volunteered for Special Operations Combat Medics Course to become a 18D, Special Forces Medical Sergeant. From there he spent quite a few years bouncing between training people stateside and deploying overseas with numerous different campaigns and missions.

Sometime down his career he was approached to join Advanced Force Operations Sword a Joint Special Operations Command team comprised of CIA, CAG, Seals, and Air Force Special Operations Command operators. Joining AFO Sword he deployed to Ukraine training Ukrainian Armed Forces, then most recently to Syria with Operation Inherent Resolve.

### Major Accomplishments and Awards

CIB, EIB, Parachutist, Expert (Marksmanship), 75th Ranger Regiment CSIB, Special Forces Tab, Ranger Tab, Airborne Tab, National Defense Service Medal, Global War on Terrorism Medal, Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal, Afghanistan Campaign Medal, Inherent Resolve Campaign Medal, Army Overseas Service Ribbon, Army Service Ribbon, Bronze Star with Valor , and Purple Heart.

## Moving To Los Santos

Sometime in January 2022, Volk found himself in a phone call with a friend Brett Johnsson who told him about the city and invited him there. He booked a plane ticket and found himself there riding around meeting all sorts of new and interesting people. He met numerous people that are now good friends such as Mike, Lothar, Travis and a few others. While in Los Santos, Volk decided to take on his fathers last name.

### Joining LSPD

Volk Joined LSPD on January 11th 2022. He was trained by a myriad of other officers from LSPD and SASP including Sgt. Brett Johnsson, LTC. Mabel Johnsson, Chief (at the time) Casper Johnsson, and Ofc. Kenny Ambrose. It didn't take long for him to rise through his Cadet phases and get to the Officer I position where he started out on his own. Officer Volk has now made it to the rank of Officer III+.

After a few months and some significant changes going on about within the LSPD Volk was promoted to Assistant Chief shortly after Chief Rhoades was appointed the new Chief of Police.

### Notable Events while with LSPD

###### *Barrow Brothers Court (2/12/2022)*

Officer Volk was one of the first officers on scene in the case. Volk was present when the brothers were arrested infront of MRPD. Volk provided security for the courthouse and was called to the stand during the Barrow Brothers court case.

###### *The Goliath Race (3/12/22)*

Officer Volk worked to help Weazel News and LSC during the race. During this race Officer Volk saved numerous individuals from burning wreckages.

###### *The Protests*

At the time Asst. Chief Volk was strongly involved with the police operations with the protests that resulted in the public showing of DPS. Volk had a massive incident involving flashbangs at a protest in the Harvey Center. During this final event that was the public address of Governor Harvey announcing the new LSPD chief and DPS and their role in the city, Volk spotted (Former) Chief Rhoades on a rooftop in strange attire before an officer confronted him and chased him off of the rooftop he was on. Volk has spent a large bit of time with Novoa during his recovery and into the next events.

###### *The Kidnappings and Humane labs*

Now a Commander, Volk worked with LSPD on trying to uncover the plot going on in city where numerous people have disappeared. The first events was Volk getting the initial searches to try and find Yurt Monsoon. After that Volk found the .50 Cal sniper rifle inside DPS Director Mason's home after he was announced missing and a wellness check was performed to try and find him. Afterwards Volk had a strange unconfirmable encounter of which he disappeared for a few hours only to return with the governor. Volk claims that he was hit with an EMP weapon that killed his vehicle, radio, phone, and other electronics and then hitched a ride to Paleto PD where he then called the governor who then picked him up by helicopter and took him to the other officers. Once the Governor was informed about the current Chief (Ashley Baker) had been kidnapped, Volk was made the Acting Chief until she was found. Volk went to pillbox for a brain scan and then went back to work. A few days later, Volk tried to keep officers away form humane labs because of the risk of danger and death that was there because of the guards with tanks and attack helicopters. Once Chief Baker was found he has returned to normal duties.

***Addendum on Humane Labs***

Volk while with LSPD was kidnapped and forcefully chipped shortly after the time that Ashley Baker was taken. After his dissapearance he was taken back into town by Governor Harvey. Volk showed very strange behavior after the events including attempts to force all of LSPD to stop any actions up or against Humane Labs. Sometime while this was going on Volk kidnapped Maxi, the CEO of LSMS and hand delivered him to Humane Labs somewhere north of Sandy Shore.

## Fun

Volk enjoys high speed thrills. He can usually be seen now running about looking for the adrenaline rush in some sort of vehicle. He is extremely fond of motorcycles having a large and mysterious past with them.

Another enjoyable point is camping and hunting. Volk enjoys long trips up into Mount Chiliad to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. He will stock up on supplies and disappear into the mountains for a week or longer surviving on whatever he can kill and cook.

As of November 2022 Volk is no longer with LSPD.

## Finding Religion

Volk has always been Norse Pagan strongly leaning to old ways when he goes up into the mountains. Strongly following the advise and words of The Havamal he has found himself again unrestricted to anything and has found himself much more open and happy in life since putting down the badge. With this he has found a new home up in the mountains with a new group "The Cult of Cthulhu" as they are referred to.

## Relationships

### Mike Oxenfire and Brett Johnsson

Volk was in a "Geometrically shaped relationship" with Mike Oxenfire and Brett Johnsson for a week or so. In that time they had good times together until things fell apart. Brett and Volk have had a strange relationship summarized again by his own statement "I am in the closet with Brett in VR." only to be proven by the strange noises they have made while Volk was still living in the janitors closet of MRPD. Brett is noted to have been playing hard to get within the starting days of their relationship.

Volk and Mike had always had a good time together. They talked often and eventually showed signs of having feelings for one another. Mike would frequently give Brett and Volk red Roses. Volk had immediately accepted mike and his feelings, however it took some time before Mike and Volk could convince Brett to admit his feelings. Finally Mike and Volk cornered Brett inside of Mt. Zonah and confronted him about their feelings and Brett opened up and admitted his feelings to them.

The relationship ended quite literally Explosively. Mike crashed his helicopter on top of the LSC building on the day Volk ended the relationship with him. Brett and Volk mutually agreed and ended the relationship between them.

### Steph Wilks

Volk had a service history with Steph as she was in the same U.S. Army SFG and served on Volk's team for quite some time. After VOlk ETSed and moved to Los Santos he wouldnt run into her again until March 2022 where he ran into Steph while she was working as a taxi driver. They had hit it off great and are frequently seen together. Volk often takes her to the beach, pizza parlors and Soba Noodles. They both rode on his bike wearing matching black with pink LED helmets. The relationship ended after Steph disappeared for a long length of time and still hasn't been seen to this day.

## A fireside thought

\*\*Present\*\*Volk would sit down in the rough cold hard dirt of his favorite spot on Mt. Chilliad clearing the fire pit he had made and slowly would build up a fire. Thoughts raced through his mind of memories come and gone. With a swipe of his hand pushing away leaves sticks rock and debris he would almost be able to see back to where it started here in this city.

\*\*Flashback January 2022\*\* Stepping off the plane he would be blinded y sunlight for a moment. It had been a long time since he was alone like he was. It was depressing to him especially after a back to back rotation and deployment with his U.S. Army SF unit attached to AFO Sword being sent to the Middle East and Africa for a long grueling 10 months taking part in Operations Inherent Resolve and OEF:HOI. His mind would go to his closer guys, Butler who had been there since he joined up and had been his long and trusted team medical sergeant and Figueroa his demolitions sergeant but a fun and great friend even off the battlefield, being the closer of his team wondering if they would be fine without him there leading them anymore. The thoughts would slowly fade as the glaring sunlight turned into a sprawling city before him. He would sigh heavily and would grab his bag and would slowly walk to the closest shop trying to find a cell phone. He knew but one friend in the city, Brett Johnson or Williams as lot of people know him now. Hopefully he could find the note with his number on it but maybe he would get lucky and run into him before hand and help him get back into Law Enforcement.....

\*\*Flashback March 2022\*\* He would smile warmly as he patrolled by himself in his new uniform and new to him explorer patrol car. Although he was one of the maybe 3 officers on the streets at that time, He enjoyed his time. It was simple. He had a few promotions under his belt and was taking the entirety of it all in great strides. It was a rough time for the city. A lot of the streets were lonesome and quiet. Not a lot of people around but it was never any bother him as it made his job much easier. It was rough dealing with some of the calls, the rowdier gangs were difficult to deal with on his own but he ended up finding ways and compromises to deal with them and keep the city fairly safe. He was happy and had a purpose in life again.

\*\*Present\*\* Snapping back to the wilderness around him, he would gather some stones to use as a wall to the fire pit to keep it contained. Dry round river rocks would clatter in his arms as he would walk up from the river below the cliff. As he would get back to his spot he would drop the rocks creating a loud clatter spooking him a bit.

\*\*Flashback sometime before Humane Lab events 2022 El Burro\*\* He would breathe out heavily and forcefully as his body armor lay tight against his chest. He was soaked in sweat and blood but not of his own. His hands would shake a bit partly from the adrenaline rush, part of shock and fear. Taking in the silence and getting his bearings straight as he took cover behind his cruiser he would shove another magazine into his AR. He would peek around to see what was still going on. As he looked across the lot and to the door he was just at he could see Chad Novoa, the grizzled and graying Chief, former SASP, and overall close friend taking cover behind the engine block of his charger, and Ashley another close partner, normally happy go lucky bright and bubbly taking cover at the rear of Novoa's Charger. Another close friend, DPS Director Thomas Mason on the ground surrounded with blood and bullet casings. As he went to tuck himself back into cover the silence was broken by the loud boisterous sound of a fully automatic AK ripping into the side of his cruiser almost taking his head off. Being in a gunfight life this as nothing new to him. As his years of service had brought him bringing a fight to a lot of people. The scenario it didn't prepare him for was close friends and things so close to home being like this situation was. He could hear the berated yelling from his partners and from inside. Loud rap blasted from inside the building. Looking through one of the shot out windows he would see the building littered with bullet holes. “This is bad...” He would hit his panic button and would call on his radio. “10-33. Officer down!... Send everyone. We need help...”

\*\*Present\*\* He would exhale into his hands rubbing his face as another memory came and went. Moving the rocks and forming them into a circle he would pack dirt between them on the cleared spot he had for the fire. He would be bathed in moonlight able to see the tattoos on his arms. He would smile as his mind again wandered.

\*\*Flashback May 2022 Going to the Harvey Center\*\* Burning down the street after a day of fighting crime he would grin. The roar of the engine from his Dukes as the Harvey center slowly came into view as he drove through the underpass he would grow excited. Everything was there, Burgershot, Clucking bell, a bank, en electronic and a clothing store, but most importantly a new tattoo shop was open on the second floor. Butler, Figuroa and he rushed up the stairs and ran past the shops and pushing past people just to get looking in the books to decide what all new art they were going to get. It had been quite some time since they were chilling together, longer than that since they last got any new art work put on them. It had been a long time since they were together three friends that had taken on the world, reunited in a grand place without worry or care laughter and joy filling the air as they caught up on life.

\*\*Present\*\* He would pile sticks and larger pieces of fire wood in the ring taking care to build the wood up so the fire would last. His hand would brush his hair back but he could feel the scar on the side of his head where he had the surgery to remove his chip. He would grab another branch snapping it and placing it on the rest.

\*\*Flashback August 2022 Los Santos Freeway\*\* Shes gone. They took her. He was tired of letting his friends and coworkers, brothers and sister in blue and the rest of the city being taken. “Humane labs.” Volk would repeat himself in his cruiser as he sped up the highway exceeding 180 MPH in his charger. He was going to find them and bring them home. He was making a lot of rash and quick decisions, but he rationalized it by telling himself that he wouldn't risk anyone else anymore. If anyone was going to have something happen to him it was him. No one else would get taken. Then he saw it. By the large water station just outside the city on the Tataviam Mountains a gray van Humane labs logo across the side. He would send his cruiser almost sideways as he pulled up to it. He got out and drew his pistol going to clear the van. He would clear it and then started to walk to his cruiser to radio it in. Then he heard gravel crush and the distinct sound of a rifle's bolt being racked behind him. He didn't move his body he kept where he was and looked over his shoulder. It was them. Two of the guards from the lab. “Walk over to the trunk. Take the tacker from your radio and place it in there.” Volk would slowly comply. He knew he couldn't do anything to fight them like he was now. They would just kill him and there would be nothing that could be done from there. “Good. Now. Get in the van.” He would get into the van and had the doors slammed on him. The next thing he knew he was being strapped down onto a table and he lost consciousness. He would wake up to a burning sensation in his head. Physically and mentally burning. He was there in his body but he himself was not the one in control of anything. The Whirring of a helicopter was droning out in his ears as he could hear his voice talking pleasantries to the Governor. A yacht? He was up in Paleto? No. He tried to scream and act against himself. He was trapped in a prison being forced to watch the scene unfold around him.

\*\*Present\*\* He would shiver thinking on the events. He would tuck a bit of tinder in the middle of the fire as he would grab a lighter from his pocket. He would flip the top open and would spin the flint striker sending sparks shooting into the wick of the lighter. His yellow eyes would stare into the flame.

\*\*Flashback August 31st 2022 Going to Mt. Zonah\*\* He knew what he had to do. If he would follow what they wanted they would let him exist without taking the control from him. He could live and do as he wanted as long as he obeyed what the chip was burning and demanding he had to do. He would speed past the state capitol in the Corvette turning into the garage there at Mt. Zonah. He would park next to the elevator. Stepping out grabbing a bag he would head to the third floor setting it there it made a bit of a clatter as the body armor, helmet and SMG hit the floor. “Maxi. I've got to get him for them. I hate this but I must do it.” He would take the elevator back down to the main floor and looked around for Maxi. Soon he found him and somewhat had him convinced that he wanted to talk to him in his office. They went to the third floor and got to where the bathroom he was in earlier near the elevator was.. “Maxi I uh need to use the bathroom really quick. Ill be back out.” He stepped in and quickly threw on the armor, mask and loaded the SMG and stepped out and pointed it at Maxi. “Weapons, radio phone all of it on the floor now!” Maxi would stare at him for a moment and would be in shock at what he saw. “Volk.. why.. You don't have to do this...” Volk would tear up under the mask and goggles hiding his real feelings. “Yes I do Maxi. Lets go.” Volk would escort Maxi back to the parking garage where he would speed off past the gray SASP charger and saw Novoa in it. The gig is up and now the fight was on. He would slam his foot into the gas pedal sending the Corvette roaring down the road sideways and then towards the Noose building in the hills. After a short chase and getting some distance from Novoa he would step out and use the hood of the car to balance his SMG on. Novoa crested the hill. He didn't want to hurt his friend but he had to stop him. The selector clicked twice as it was set to full auto and slowly applied pressure to the trigger. After what felt like an eternity the weapon clicked as the hammer dropped and struck the primer on the first, then second and third rounds until the magazine was empty and all that could be heard was the Charger's tires screeching in reverse and brass tinging off the hot asphalt.

\*\*Present\*\* His hand would push the lighters flame into the tinder setting it ablaze. Closing the lighter he would stare deeply at the flame as it grew larger and larger. Soon the fire would crackle and spit sparks at him. He would lurch back a bit from the fire as he felt the familiar and worrisome warmth

\*\*Flashback September 1st 2022\*\* They were after him and rightfully so. It felt like the whole city was after him for what he did. It was all chaos. Chaos he himself had added and helped create and mold into existence. They wanted Maxi back but he had no idea where he was. He had dropped him off and some of those Humane Guards had already taken him somewhere else. He refused to want to know what was happening to him or the others and did not want to bear those thoughts. So many people were gone now. Honton, Maxi, Teddy, Baxter, Bunnie, Yurt. They were gone. And from the videos he had seen the y were not in any good place. He knew that if he didn't comply with them he too would be taken or worse yet tortured and killed off. It all dissipated from his mind as he was met by the people he once worked with. Ashley, Novoa, Terry, Adams, and a few others. They had him trapped but when an animal is backed into a corner its the most dangerous it can be. And dangerous he was. Reaching into his trunk and sliding the Anti Tank warhead into the tube he would grit his teeth. Seconds later a red car came at him. “Fuck it.” He would shoulder the launcher and would let it the rocket fly at the car. Again like it was in slow motion he could hear the rocket ignite and slam itself into the engine of the red Ocelot. It exploded loudly rupturing his ear drums before he would collapse and pass out from the explosion. Afterwards it was all black and strangely quiet for him as he could feel himself burning and littered with hot pieces of steel and other bits of shrapnel that had peppered his body. It was a searing burning pain much the same as he could feel from the chip in his head. Was this it? Is he dead? The next things he could remember was waking up at Mt. Zonah being handcuffed to a bed. He would use a cuff key he stashed away and would get the cuffs off himself dressing quickly before anyone realized but things never go the way they are planned. He lost control again. Humane still needed their asset and didn't want to give anything up yet. He ended up on the roof with Novoa and slowly talked with him. There was nothing they could do to stop him from leaving. There was no answers he could give them. No explanation for his actions. Things were as they were and there was no changing him. No one but he himself could change his situation. As much as the others wanted to help him, It was no use.

\*\*Present\*\* The fire would illuminate the surroundings as the fire danced and burned inside the pit. Volk would watch the fire burn freely and threw another log onto the fire. With a crash it landed sending sparks up into the sky.

\*\*Flashback September 5th 2022\*\* He would burst through the back doors near the cells at MRPD. Rifle in hand and once again geared up, he would walk up the stairs to the second floor. As he walked closer the the forensics lab he could hear whispers coming from within. The chip burned one word into his head. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Over and over and over again unbearable. He had to kill whoever it was within the room. He would boot the door in slamming the double doors wide open. When he got into the room he saw two individuals inside. One was XoXo the Masked person giving a warning about Humane Labs and their evils. The other was his closest friend in the city at the time, Novoa. The words again repeated fro the chip burning louder and droning out all he could thing about. He closed his eyes and fired the rifle screaming out for a moment as he felt the gun go off. The stress from everything made him pass out. He couldn't handle it anymore. When he woke up he heard Novoa talk to him. They went out of MRPD and went to a garage. He threw Volk's phone away after making a call to the rest.... It was over for now.

\*\*Present\*\* The fire continued to burn down for a bit even after he started running out of wood to add to the fire. Stepping away a rush of the cold night would hit him. A cold shiver ran down his body as he went and gathered more wood.

\*\*Flashback November 2022\*\* He walked out from MRPD knowing it was going to be the last time he was there for most any good reasons. After all the things with Humane, nothing would feel the same as he did before, He was jaded angry at the world and just didn't fit in with anyone or anything at PD anymore. It hurt but there wasn't time to dwell on it as his flight out was here. He somberly walked through the gate to board the plane. He looked out the window as his plane took off. “Ill be back. I just need some time away. I need to explore the world and find myself again.”

\*\*Present\*\* He set the fresh wood beside the fire and stoked it again letting the fire grow larger than it had before. He would sit back down closing his eyes smiling at it as the warmth blanketed him once more.

\*\*Flashback December 20th 2022\*\* It was strange. Christmas lights were everywhere and the ground below him was covered in fresh snow. It was the holiday time but he felt alone. He went to his house up on Rockford. Fumbling with his keys he opened the door and walked inside. He would smile as he was home. Going out to the garage a familiar look of his Slamvan he would get in and start it up and would head to the Harvey Center. He was quickly greeted by familiar faces and friends of old. Soon the feelings of loneliness were gone as he had a new job opportunity and people to be around. They accepted him for who he was and all was good again. He wasn't the same, neither was the city.

\*\*Present\*\* He would lay beside the fire letting it burn down for a bit. There was a lot to think about for the future. Where he was stabbed by Ivy and changed into the old dog coyote thing... Would there be more to that? Following his faith seemed to be the future. The lessons he was learning only furthered his own will and existence. With that it seemed as if he could do more. He felt the urge to go take more action into things in his own way. There were things he knew. People, places, things. He needed those things from those people. With that he could use his skills to bring the city back to how it needed to be. Quiet, calm serene, just as his surroundings now on the mountain.