Born 1953 in Texas. He was raised in a house where patriotism and god was everything. Every day the parents would preach about how much of a good country they lived in and how much communism was the work of the devil. Every day for 18 years this was the truth until Theodore was sent to Vietnam to fight for his Uncle Sam. For almost a year he fought the VC and saw all his friends die, one after the other. In the end it was too much for Theodore and he decided to desert army after being shot in the back while out on patrol. He was tired of war and tierd of the same old bullshit that they were told. "Commies did this" or "We did this". But the question that always stayed on his mind was "Why are we doing this". He did not hate his enemy anymore than the enemy hated him. When he finally got out from the hospital and was to be sent back he decided to throw away his uniform and run. For two years he looked for a quiet place where only the sound of the woods where heard. He got a tip from some fishermen in Turkey about a place called Chernarus. He did not care anymore about god or politics, he just wanted to be alone. He went to Chernarus with a fake passport and a small amount of money to start over. He had it good the first years. He got married, had a son, had a little cabin in the woods. It was all perfect until his son joined the military when he finally became of age. His wife passed away two years later to cancer and he was all alone again. He stayed in his cabin, used what the forrest would give him and only travelled to the towns when he needed to stock up on ammo for his rifle or when he just wanted to trade things. When the outbreak began he stayed put and waited, old and not as fast as he once were. There was not much he could do but to sit and wait. Nothing really came far into the woods where he lived nor did anyone bother him. Hunting for food and looking for water, That was all that mattered. This is only the start of Theodore's tale.