The names Nicholas Stewart from Montreal, Canada. Born on August 11th 1989. I grew up feeling under appreciated because of my older brother Warrens accomplishments. he grew up to become a doctor and have a great family, and I grew up to become a mechanic. I was always getting into trouble as a kid. I guess it was due to my parents lack of appreciation and strict punishment.
Growing up wasnt that bad though, looking back I was kind of a rotten little shit. always getting into fights, bullying the fat or nerdy kids. I was even in a small gang at one point. My grades were shit and my attitude was even worse. Damn am I glad im not like that any more. If theres one thing I know, its that living on the street for a few months really changes your outlook on life.
My brother was there for me though. The bond between me and him is only something that can be broken with death. After my parents died he is all I had left. I dropped out of school and he supported me for a time. Then his wife died and he changed. He kicked me out for not having a job and we went our separate ways.
I got a job as a mechanic and about a year of no contact he called me and told me he was going on vacation with his two kids to Japan. After I didnt hear about him for a while I got worried and went after him. I ended up on a rollover flight in Chernarus when everything went to shit. For some reason I have this weird sense that he is somewhere in this godforsaken place. I'm going to find him. Whether it kills me or not, because he is all I have left.