Jerryski grew up in the small town of Bronnitsy located not far away from Moscow, Russia. He was born into a family of thirteen, he had seven brothers and three sisters. He grew up on a small farm as the youngest in the family, he watched as all his brothers got drafted in the Russian Armed Forces. His father was a Warrant Officer in the Russian Ground Army and was a highly decorated solider. Growing up he was surrounded by communist ideals and was taken in, even though Russia was going through a change and communism was on the decline, Jerryski stayed true.
Aged sixteen he was submitted for evaluation by his father, his results were better than any other and was immediately put into training. After completing basic training he showed interest in becoming a scout or marksman. His father had great influence and used it to start Jerryski's marksman training. He passed every test that they threw at him with flying colours and was now ranked a Marksman.
Jerryski served bravely in numerous operations ranging from basic checkpoints to highly classified missions, not much time had passed until his father got a letter from one of the head Officers of the Spetsnaz Glavnoye Razvedyvatel'noye Upravleniye, Company 47. Without hesitation his father put Jerryski straight into the Spetsnaz Glavnoye Razvedyvatel'noye Upravleniyeto to serve as a Sniper. Jerryski served with the S-GRU right up until the zombie infection, when the breakout hit it was pure chaos, but the mighty Spetsnaz Glavnoye Razvedyvatel'noye Upravleniye continued on their mission to transport Dr. Habib across Chernarus while taking direct orders from the Kremlin. Jerryski was now a member of the almighty Company 47,
Company 47 fought tooth and nail to complete their mission and lost most of their force, Jerryski Iritski survived but lost most of his comrades to the apocalypse, after years who was left alone to wander Chernarus, at this point Jerryski knew the whole world was fucked so he accepted he would die on the soil of Chernarus.
One day he overheard radio chatter that was to his liking, a group that reminded him of his fallen comrades compelled him to make contact..