Michael Fletcher was born on May 11th, 1999 in the providence of British Columbia, Canada in his hometown of Vancouver, being the sole descendant of Natasha and Vladimir Fletcher.
Michael’s parents arrived to the providence 3 years ago through immigration prior to his birth from their original home country of Chernarus. Vladimir was among the prominent and reliable lawyers within’ the Chernarussian Department of Justice, most cases he took from clients had very good or at the very least satisfactory outcomes. His occupation didn’t reside not only with the CDJ, but as well as his involvement with the Novigrad mafia family - investing money into the family whilst providing his services to them to the best of his ability. Natasha was not involved with the family, however she was acquainted with various notable members residing in it, as she was more focused upon her work more so than anything else which involved with medical field being a nurse. With a large sum of wealth saved and accumulated in the span of 6-8 years, the two desired to follow their passions, living in a beautiful city, working the same occupations, etc. soon enough, they filed immigration out of the country and into a more welcoming and desirable one, of which of course was Canada.
Growing up, Michael always consisted of having a positive and creative mindset, in particular in his free-time doing activities such as drawing, painting, taking photos, the list of activities he enjoyed creatively goes on. Quickly through the years growing, the children and teenagers alike he met along the way in his schooling, saw him as a whole generally as somebody to trust, and to talk to in need of any help either emotionally, mentally, the list goes on. Within’ his school years, he never gave up on the friends he made and alongside those he knew very well, especially his own parents whom he loved dearly. He almost always took any opportunities in high school that were set foot in-front of himself, aspiring to not only make himself feel proud, but to his parents as well, many of which he involved himself with were sports-related such as Football, and Soccer.
Through media and other sources, through time he and his family would hear news from their home country of conflict and civil uproar, leading up to the civil war and conclusion many years later. He excelled in his high school at the age of 17, graduating early within’ his junior year with a healthy final GPA alongside being offered a complete tuition at a university within’ the state to play Soccer for the university’s team. Within’ the last week of May in the year 2017, the Canadian Red Cross began involvement in the aid of Chernarus, as the demand and desperate need of medical assistance and staff was increasing due to uprise in violence in the Northern province of South Zagoria. Natasha, due to her prominent director position and years of experience, was required to assist in the aid. She alongside her husband and son, were very upset at the demand, a solution to the problem was made by Vladimir. The contract given to her was to remain active duty in the aid of the country for approximately 2-3 weeks, with all monthly payments sorted, he alongside Michael would come with her to avoid any long distance conflicts with the implemented martial law, living in a apartment until the time was concluded. She agreed, and on July 1st, 2017 they arrived back to their home country of Chernarus once again.
With whatever remaining strong connections and favors his father had with the Novigrad family, he was granted an apartment suite for a month in the small city of Krasnostav, of which coincidentally was nearby the airstrip where Natasha was stationed providing her medical services. The first days upon arrival were calm, Michael and his father still retained modern technology devices and applications brought over from Canada. It was only until the 7th when the spiral of controversy, and national outrage had begun, the two focused on any news and media updates that were occurring in the providence, his father contacting her in the days ahead making sure she was alright. On the night of the 11th, Natasha was contacted by the head-director in the CRC that a NATO fleet and medical garrison in 6 days would arrive and be dispatched to the city of Miroslavl to retreat her alongside her husband and son. The family sat down that night and began to talk of leaving the country while they still could before anymore events transpired, they all agreed to the decision and packed up any and all belongings they could carry and that night taking a 2-hour taxi drive to the city of Miroslavl. Upon arrival they signed and checked into a CDF present encampment for those awaiting to be departed. Upon the arrival, they boarded a large vessel with a boarding of about 50-75 men, women, very little children, and military / naval personnel. Due to the unexpected numbers of boarders, the crew of the ship had to arrive the following day to the outer island of Chernarus; Utes, to collect more supplies needed for the arrival back to the Canada province. After days awaiting at a military encampment, on the night of the 21st, the ship was ready to be departed once more.
At night a large-scale storm erupted across the entirety of the Chernarussian land and sea regions with strong sea waves and heavy winds. The ship - of which was about 10-11 miles away from the island - cautiously began to change course and return back. The decision would ultimately cost the entirety of the ship to go off course, with the raging waves shoving and pulling the ship farther and farther off course, it soon enough would crash into a large rock formation roughly 5-6 miles off the Southwest coastline of Miroslavl. It was around this time the storm slowly began to calm the seas, and as the ship began to sink to the bottom, lifeboats were scarce, with roughly of about 60% of the populace on the ship managing to board among the few, leaving those who hadn't down with the ship or drowning in the sea. Prior to the boat sinking and with a final goodbye and family hug, Michael was separated from his parents on different life-boats, praying they’d find one another upon the shore the following morning or day.
Upon arrival on the coastline in a small town roughly 3-4 miles West of Kamenka, it had been completely desolate and abandoned. The 18 survivors upon the boat including himself begun to reside in the abandoned small town, gathering supplies and venturing out any nearby settlements for supplies to return with. Sickness overcame half of the surviving group, those unfamiliar with the infected and how it worked or those who turned acted, would one night be attacked either in their sleep or scavenging. Only 6 survivors from the boat remained including Fletcher, they formed a small group and began their journey towards the Black Mountains in hopes to reach the Russian border and arrive to a safe-zone or any sort of military encampment. They never did, and through weeks upon weeks of survival and internal conflict, the group began to dissipate, two of the survivors were shot by hostile lone individuals, another bitten and killed before turning into an infected individual, and the remaining 3 - including Fletcher - went their separate ways.