Darius-Smith "King" Davis III, Leader of a crew in america called "Daybr8k Boys". Formed in admiration of the 1800's "Daybreak Boys". Darius-Smith otherwise known as "King" grew up in not such a good neighborhood in Chicago, and was not given the best opportunity's in his life time to be something great; he knew that only through his own grind and struggle would he make it in the world to be anything. Living in the slums came with Pro's on Con's. King knew that he wasn't in the greatest place so always having to keep an eye on his back and not to trust anyone made making friends difficult. King was a Pariah if you will at first. But having to keep food on his table for his little brother and himself helped him learn traits such as thievery, speed and general street knowledge. What he lacks in Communication Skills he makes up for in Knowledge of the Streets. King eventually got hungry for money and was tired of living life on the low and wanted something more for His self and brother. Moving up from stealing food from stores to Stealing money... learning the ropes slowly and become more renown he knew that this could evolve into something bigger. Forming a gang with a few close friends they started Muggings and Robbing bigger stores and selling drugs. In his head he was the ruler of his city. Until one of the operations turned south. Darius-Smith Davis III was stopped in his tracks. The title "King" no longer resonated when the tight metal cuffs were wrapped around his wrists and he was arrested. Juvey and Prison changed everything for him... he hated that his brother saw him as a villain rather than a hero. When getting out he needed to change his ways and decided that it wasn't going to happen where he was currently based. He took the money from what he had been earning and took the money that his mother left him and decided to leave. Start a new better life somewhere FAR FAR away. Chernarus. King and his brother moved away when the unspeakable happened, the zombie apocalypse broke out.. King would not perish like the rest, he had come way to far just to be taken out by some unknown plague. The apocalypse left towns silent, just zeds remain on the roads of a place he once thought beautiful. In his brain he had every trait needed to survive and keep his brother alive at the same time. Starting with weapons Darius-Smith and his brother roamed swiftly to the closest supermarket, hoping it hadn't already been ransacked and stolen for all of the goods. Him and his brother arrive and his first objective was weapon... Pacing down the isles and making sure his brother at his hip so nothing bad could happen King took one wrong turn down and isle and a monstrosity of a being jumped out at him, Instincts overflowed his body knowing that he was going to have to do whatever it took to come out of this alive, for his brother... for his legacy. On the ground tumbling and wrestling with this thing unknown to him, only heard on the news of what this was, he knew one thing. All it takes is one bite and it's lights out... this couldn't happen, without a weapon hand to hand combat isn't easy with the zeds and he was fighting an uphill battle, when all of the sudden his brother steps up and pushes it off of him. In the process his brother Donovan tripped and fell directly into the zeds grasp, before Darius-Smith could help his little brother it was already to late, Darius reaches for the closest thing he could find which happened to be a piece of metal that had dismembered itself from a shelf and he uses it to stab the zed in the Neck repeatedly and seemingly doing nothing he finally shoved the Improvised shank into the monsters skull and it had met its demise. But taking an extremely important thing of Darius's life... his brother. Donovan lying on the floor with a pool of blood around his neck Darius did everything he could to revive his brother, not accepting the fact he had lost him. He was in denial of what had just happened and his anger grew quickly as he was on both knees praying to any higher power to take him, not his brother. Angrily, tears wept from Kings eyes. From what he heard from the New's Stations, he had to put down any chance of his brother coming back as one of those things, scavenging through every isle of the supermarket weary to not disturb any un-welcomed visitors, he eventually found a switchblade in a glass cabinet of the store, still riddle with anger he slammed his foot into the glass shattering it and garbing one of the blades, he continued back to where his deceased brother lye. Mumbling a prayer under his breath and tears falling onto the ground he took the knife and stabbed his brother in the temple. This event would not only Notify Darius-smith "King" Davis of what kind of world he would have to be living in, but It sparked a new borne anger inside his body. He would get revenge, he would survive and carry on the legacy of "King" at any cost he would obtain vengeance for his lost brother and with that, he gently tossed his brother onto his shoulder and carried him out of the market only to lie him in the meadow that lay behind. Marking his corpse with some Crocus's he found. Darius had task in mind, a goal an objective if you will. Give every fighting will power in his body to help fix this plague, for his brother.