The rugged survivor that limps before you, is Nicundro "Nic" Moretto, an Italian-English American man born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, mostly known as the Windy City. A avid metal head and former drug abuser, Nic survives in this harsh world that has come from the infection alone now. Before the apocalypse, he was known as the black sheep in his family, always getting himself in trouble with local gangsters down the street of his neighborhood just to make an extra buck as working as a chef in a restaraunt for his father wasn't exactly cutting it, even though he was damn good at it. Both his mother and father resented his poor choices and troubled attitude, as this is what they tried to prevent and escape from the life they lived before in New Orleans. (Where his parents lived before he was born.) Though he wasn't an only child, no... he actually has a little sister, Josie Moretto. Josie is six years younger than he is, (He's twenty two during the apocalypse, making her sixteen.) and Josie was the only one who didn't push him aside and actually saw him as family.
As the news spread of the rapidly spreading virus, evacuations started to take place in Chicago to resort to one of the many sanctuary safe zones all around the U.S., in which him and his family would do, making their arrival to Los Angeles, California. The safe zone was strict and enclosed to prevent infection spreading to those unexposed to the virus, which held it's own very well for a couple months, though all good things come to an end as a breach came through. With one stray infected finding a way through to bite one, and biting another, it spread like wildfire to the many individuals residing there, including Nic and Josie's parents. This traumatic event forced them to leave, and from then the two siblings had to survive on their own.
Nic adapted to the new lifestyle of the apocalypse faster than his sister, as he had to teach what they must do and how far to go to save their own skins. Over the year, the two of them stumbled upon a small group of survivors holed up in a bowling alley on the beaches of L.A., as they were being attacked by a small group of infected. Normally, Nic and Josie would shrug it off and keep moving as it was none of their concerns, not wanting to risk their lives for a couple of strangers. But on that day, his sister had a spark in her heart to act, in which by instinct, running to help the group. Nic only followed to help and her only and not the group, as trust is something not so easy for the man in such a shitty world it's become. Though... after finishing off the infected, the small group were very grateful for their help, and saw the potential of the two to aid them with a plan they been trying to achieve for weeks.
The plan this new group they've met was to fix and fuel a helicopter at one of the other fallen safe zones further south in San Diego. One of the six members of this new group, who's also a skilled pilot, 'supposedly' heard of sanctuaries still standing across the Pacific in few European countries, more specifically Turkey which he mentions more than others. There wasn't exactly any valid proof to go by for this information, but only from this man's word, the others in this group put their faith into believing this. And so Nic and Josie grudgingly agreed to help, as what could it possibly hurt if their is nothing to fight for.
The plan did come to a success with very little difficulty from the help of the two siblings to deal with the few infected, as the only significant damage done was on the tail motor of the helicopter, as well as being empty on fuel. It took little time to fix it up and get it filled with the multiple spare gas which was situated for them to use, after so they'd finally depart from the U.S. and fly across the Pacific.
It was a decent ride for the two siblings flying across the Pacific and over most of Asia with the few occasional landings to refill, it was indeed a nice break from dealing with the loose hell on the ground. Though that came to quick to quite a short and surprising end for the group, a shit show of a surprise as an engine failure occurred in the vehicle, having to initiate a crash landing on the closet land they had. Which came to be Chernarus, nobody in this chopper had any knowledge of this place. The emergency crash left Nic unconscious upon impact for a couple moments afterwards.
He slowly awoke afterwards to find himself in this wreck, witnessing a few of the dead members of the group he met before in the debris. Dazed from his state, he quickly snapped out of it to get himself out. As he did, he searched frantically for his sister in the crash, though... She wasn't to be found? How could this be? Questions arose in his thoughts on what or where she could have gone, he looked around this land that was foreign to him...
And from there, his journey in Chernarus would begin, with one goal on his mind for now. Finding Josie, whether she made it alive, or not. He just needs to know of his sister's fate.