A man of dubious occupation and uncertain origin wielding a name that definitely isn’t his own.
When asked, Jarvis would claim that the business that brought him so far away from home to Chernarus was highly confidential but well intentioned.
At least that’s what he’d tell those he trusted. Everyone else would get a more or less plausible lie with the chance of an accidental truth.
In reality, after months upon months of hardship, isolation, illness and the occasional bout of madness Jarvis doesn’t remember anymore why he found himself where he was and what he set out to do.
But he intends to make the best of it, such as it is.