Born in a small hospital in the center of Pasco, Washington. The date is 9th of July 1995. His mother held him in his hands knowing that he would grow up to become someone special and do great things.
He grew up in Pasco in the 90's like a normal kid, living in a good neighbourhood , playing Football and generally having fun. His mother stayed at home caring after him but his father on the other hand was The Sheriff Of Pasco. He was a great man and cared about his loving wife and son. Their days went on as Mark and his father played and enjoyed life. But all great things must come to an end. You see his father was hated because he busted many criminals and they wanted redemption and so they sought vengeance against his father plotting a terrible plan. It was a normal night where his mother was tucking him in. "Goodnight my sweetling." said his mother and kissed him on the forehead. He smiled and closed his eyes heading off to sleep. Not an hour after he had fallen asleep he had woken up to smoke filling his room. Their house was on fire! He quickly got out of bed grabbing a small piece of cloth covering his mouth so he could breathe. He rushed to his parents room but flames had taken over. He looked down the hallway to see his mother calling for him frantically as he ran down to her. She held him tight and managed to get them out of the house. The house was in flames at this point. The whole neighbourhood was outside in shock as most of them calling the fire department. His mother fell on her knees crying about what had just happened. He was also in shock and held her mother dear. After a few minutes the fire department had arrived. They were fighting the fire and him and his mother were being treated by Paramedics that had also arrived on scene. His mother cried saying "I..I know who did it... I say him th..row it.". When the Deputy asked him who it was she said the name "Jack Snopy". He has recognised that name because his father was attempting to take down his "Empire". That was his goal now.
After the house fire his father was dead and there was a memorial and burial of what was left of his corpse. But one thing had changed. He was going to catch that man.
He lived his life devoted to become a deputy. Graduated as the Valedictorian of his class. He got into training and managed to pass. He did go through rough times and managed to conquer them. He decided to take a break and travel as he did occasionally. This time he was going to Russia. He headed out and had a good time drinking, clubbing and all and all having fun. Now he was on the countryside so it was quiet on the days. Then THE day came. He had woken up all tired to a banging on his door. He got up and put on clothes. While he was getting dressed he glared outside the window to see... as he describes it "Turned to shit". He had brought one of his rifles with him because he enjoyed shooting and maybe he needed it for protection. He opened the door and there was nothing there. He was puzzled but devoted on finding out what had happened. He grabbed the few things he had taken with him and set off scavenging the wasteland. He didn't know it but he had wandered into Chernarus.... Or what was left of it. One day he saw a fire at a small farm and decided to head there. When he got there he was greeted with welcoming arms. There was a steady population there and it was truly thriving. He lived there for a while until again a day came where things changed. There was another group that thought they were better than us and decided to harass us and try to say they were "Better.". We had had enough and decided to surprise them with a counter offer. Although we had thought hard, we had lost. What made it worse that there was a huge fire that reminded him of back before. After that he once again was a scavenger running away from danger. He is still looking for his friends....