The name's Henry Newport. I am African-american and white, I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I am a kind and quick-witted person also ready to be the center of attention with my alluring voice. I scored a drug smuggling job with my cousin last summer. I got placed into a different place of work than him so we were dealing with different substances and different mean, angry distributors. I usually did marijuana pickup jobs through the border of Mexico. One day my boss told me we would, or more like I would, be going to a different area to help with the cocaine packaging on board a boat to a bulk buying customer overseas. They told me they needed more hands for the job that was coming, so I didn't back out or run away, Hey maybe I'd even see my cousin, its been a few weeks now anyways. I arrived on the port but not many people had shown for the job, did I miss a memo of some kind? I hesitantly boarded the ship, the captain spoke a different language than the Hispanic workers and I. All i knew was that our destination was a place referred to as Chernarus. Upon approaching the uninhabited-looking island an arrow from the trees on the shore burrowed itself into our boat captains cranium. The boat hit hard against the shore and I lost consciousness. I woke up in a new place with not a clue on the events to come with nothing but my clothing and contents of my pockets.