Dariusz Sochacki was born in Sochaczew, Poland. Like any other kid from a medium-sized town within 100km of Warsaw, he was the typical uptight sort of ahole common to the Mazowieckie sub region. He seemed to think that he was from the big city just because he could get there by rail in an hour or two.

Like every other horrible little creature that dwelled in the city(or thought they did), he dreamed of something better, fancier, more high-tech. He was ashamed of his uncle who had cows and pigs on farm west of town. Darek, as his few friends called him, always lied about where he was from. He disavowed all knowledge of the farm, instead dreaming that he was from the West and had a fancy car.

It was this interest in mechanical things that eventually led him to the Army. He studied at the Officer's College or Armour in Poznań and later the Military Academy Of Armour in Moscow before being stationed in the sleeply little town of Budowo with the 68th Tank Regiment.

Dariusz quickly grew tired of the town of 800 inhabitants and thousands of boisterous soldiers stationed there. Even the challenge to find some random local girl and take her to the beach on weekend leave quickly grew old. When the war clouds gathered and it seemed as if his insane burecrat-laden government would go to war with his beloved West, Dariusz fled to Canada and sought asylum there.

Odd jobs finally led him to law enforcement as it normally does with most ex-soldiers. He settled down, married, and is now fully comitted to his host country. Average height, thin, with glasses, Dariusz is surely no gift to the ladies. He is, however, crafty enough to have survived this long.

He is currently wearing a blue tactical jumpsuit with RCMP/GRC flashes, black armoured beret or CVC helmet and CF tactical vest (Lv IV inserts). He's armed with a PM-63 SMG and .38 Spcl. S&W M10 sidearm.