Desmond Revis was born on July 4th, 1978 in the small town of Rock Springs, Wyoming, USA. His father Jim was a coal miner and his mother Sandra was a stay-at-home. Growing up as as the only child in a lower middle class household, Desmond was quickly taught at a young age to fend for himself in an abusive setting. His father was an abusive, alcoholic racist that beat Desmond and his mother regularly when he got home from work. His mother Sandra was kind but timid woman who never stood up to Desmond’s father when he beat her. However, as the years passed and Desmond got older and stronger, good ole’ Jim got even older and weaker. His years of working in that coal mine took its toll on his body but his demeanor didn’t get any less nasty.
Christmas eve, 1993 was the last time he ever laid a hand on Desmond and Sandra. The beating that Sandra recieved night was one of the worst yet and 15 year-old Desmond couldn’t take it anymore. Desmond got his daddy’s gun out of the nightstand and shot him dead in the back while he was beating a half-conscious Sandra. They didn’t mourn him, and Desmond was found innocent after the court learned of Jim’s abusive tendencies. After that time of his life passed, Desmond grew up a humble and practical young man. He was average in school but was was well liked due to his kind nature. He graduated high school and started working out in the oil fields.
It was hard work, but it paid the bills so he didn't mind too much. Later down the road, he met the woman he would eventually marry, Danielle Jackson,and lived a relatively quiet and happy life with her. Later, things took a turn for the worst when the oil workers went on strike to protest the wages and working conditions. This affected Desmond’s ability to earn a steady living wage causing financial difficulty with him and Danielle. That was until one night at the local bar, three of Desmond’s friends told him about a few safe deposit boxes in Rock Spring’s Bank of the West belonging to a crooked oil field supervisor. They were informed that those boxes contained millions of illicit laundered dollars and if they could steal it, no one would search for it.
Skeptical at first, Desmond finally agreed to help the three of them against his better judgement. However since he had fallen on hard times and his mother Sandra was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer, so he needed the money. But no matter how much he tried to justify it in his head, it still didn’t feel right to him.
The heist was pull off without a hitch, no one attempted to stop them and the bank guard was old enough to have been working there before Desmond was even born. They wore masks and broke into the safe deposit box room, emptying out the boxes for a whopping 40 million dollars. The group was surprised at the large amount, only expecting a couple million but didn’t think much of it when they escaped. Desmond on the other hand felt like something wasn’t right and sure enough, he was right.
The next day two strange men in suits were at his door to question him about the robbery. Luckily, Desmond wasn’t a main suspect as most of the workers on strike were all suspected to be responsible for the heist. The men introduced themselves as CIA and that an internal investigation was being conducted to find the missing money. This surprised Desmond, and when they left, he considered turning over his cut of the money and full cooperation. But after thinking about his sick mother, his marriage and finances falling apart, he decided not to.
A couple days later, one of his friends from the heist was taken into custody under suspicion of armed robbery. Panicking, Desmond bought the first plane ticket to Russia to avoid capture, leaving his Danielle and the life he once knew behind. Before he left, Desmond left a note on the dinner table promising he’ll fix this and make things right. He made his way from Russia to Novigrad in the country of Chernarus, where he bought a rundown establishment and turned it into a pub.
In 2017 after spending a year there, Desmond picked up fluency in Chernarussian and developed a loyal customer base within his pub. One afternoon when he was serving drinks in the crowded establishment, a young courier about the age of 14 came inside and delivered four small boxes in Desmond’s name. Expecting them to be from his wife, he took the boxes to the back room and opened them in horror to find the severed heads of his wife and crew in each box. A picture detailing the death of his mother was attached to his wife’s head and a note written on the back: “You’re next Desmond Revis.”
He was dropped to the floor in anguish and shock, still trying to process what had happened. Desmond took the .357 revolver he kept tucked into his jeans, cocking it and biting down softly on the barrel while squeezing his eyes shut. Tears streamed down his face as he hesitated to pull the trigger and end his own life when he finally dropped the gun to his side and continued sobbing. As he started to calm down, he heard screaming and gunshots outside the pub. Surprised, he picked up his firearm and went to go investigate when one of his patrons shambled into the back room with a crazy look in his eyes.
He didn’t think twice and let out a blood-curdling screech before rushing and attacking Desmond. Thrown off guard by the man’s actions Desmond dropped the gun and attempted to fight the seemingly decaying man with non-lethal means. It was apparent that knocking him out wasn’t an option, so Desmond reached for the pistol and put a bullet in the ravenous man’s head, stopping him for good. Confused by what just happened, he went outside his now empty establishment to find panic-filled streets lined with more crazy people like the one that attacked him. In the midst of the chaos, he went back inside to grab his rifle and a few belongings he kept upstairs. He moved quickly to his truck, downing any of the animal-like people that got too close him with his rifle.
Desmond managed to escape Novigrad, heading East towards Chernogorsk along the relatively empty highway. Despite traveling for a few hours, his truck finally broke down several kilometers west of South Zagoria in the middle of nowhere. He grabbed what he could and set off, hoping to find someway to get out of the country.