I was born in Miami, 39 fateful years ago. Never knew my parents someone found me at their doorstep and sent me to a foster home. The first 18 years of my life were troubled. When I was 11 years old I got my first rush that changed my life for the best. I had always been a thief, but when I robbed my first bank, there is something different about that. I got away with 26 dollars. A small take but necessary for my career. At 18 years old I had robbed more banks than most people visit in a year. I knew the stakes were high and I had to get out. So I moved to a small town in Wisconsin that had plenty of small banks with little police support. I knew I had to start robbing bigger things. So with that I needed a group. I had gathered up a trustworthy group 5 years later. We then set out to hit some of the biggest banks in the world. For the next 10 years we hit the largest banks across the United States. Grossing 111 million dollars. We had it all, cars, money, and drugs. Then someone ratted. Everything changed that one day. I had to leave. I had heard about this job somewhere in Chernarus, big, REALLY BIG. 40 million if I could just hit this one place. But I was all alone. And it needed to be hit in the winter. I had been doing recon for about 5 years. I could only do recon in the winter, and that is how I got my nickname. I would go to the bars a lot and after a couple years the locals started calling me The Penguin. They would always see me out in the snow so I guess it fits. I was about to put my plan in action when the shit hit the fan. My Cherno-russian friends that I would talk to at the bar I know shoot them in the head when they get to close. It's lonely but there is still use for my skills.