Mack Dempsey, a Career military man hadn't ever had an easy break in his life. Growing up in the streets of Detroit an orphan and alone from home to home he became adept at theft to stay alive and fed. Learning early on that being bad was profitable but having no structure in his life he craved it, He looked for anything, he looked for it in gangs, in relationships and even spending years looking for his parents. None of it was able to create any sort of semblance of what he craved. It all came to a close though when he received a letter at his small apartment. Going no where, he looked at the small notice for the united states marine corps. He made a decision and went, quickly picking up and excelling as a career and a way of life. When everything went to shit, he left to look for the few people he cared for in his past. Tracking all across Europe he found himself now in Chernarus. Living on his own, looking once again for structure, for a family. (cut to) " What the fuck" Mack pushed the door open and looked around seriously confused after binging on the hooch he found in the house cabinet " HEY, ANYONE AROUND?!" He raised his rifle and got ready to earn his keep again.