I was not a boyanymore. I liked helping people when I was younger; indeed, that's the reason why I became what I am now.
I finished my Telecommunications Engineering and so decided I was more than ready to live my life on my own. I was grown up in Portugal, as my mother was Portuguese, but my father, who was a lorry driver, passed away due to a car accident. Even so, people say I am the living embodiment of him: brave, smart and, I quote directly, a fucking son of a bitch at playing poker.
As I heard of this place, Chernarus, I studied it. I liked all kind of eastern political ideology, specially Marxism, developed around the Soviet Union, and with that all, I became an antifascist. Being this is never easy. I came to this place, atracted by its philosophy, but when I arrived it was all gone. Now I simply can't scape from here.
I don't know about my family, nor my country. I don't know if they are alive or not, but I can't know it, because if I find out they died, I would die in tears, in anger, in loneliness. I miss my family too much, my brother, my sister, my mum, my life.
Anyway, I'm getting some money in order to scape from this devil place. I am ready to do whatever it is necessary to find money. 'Cos I'm not a boy anymore, I am already someone.