Stereotype was that the Canadians are all nice, friendly and warm people... Then Charles shot out of his mother in the OB/GYN clinic in north-east Vancouver on a cold October afternoon in the waning portion of the 1990s.
Initially a not-so-problematic child, things changed quickly when Charles's father was incarcerated for tax fraud which opened a runway for his mother to sleep around with other men, many of whom abused Charles while they spent the night at his house. Having no siblings to regurgitate his anger towards, he turned to abusing their house cat and any smaller children at his daycare and elementary school. Eventually his name calling took to shoving, and shoving to punching before he was expelled and shipped to different schools with an even lower retention level.
His first encounter with the Law landed him one month in a juvenile correctional facility when he was caught slashing the tires of one of his teachers’ vehicles in the school parking lot, and after this event even the least worked jailers were known on a first name basis to Charles. His longest stay came shortly after the death of his mother, who he found naked and sprawled out on her mattress after she overdosed on heroin, which was nearly the entirety of his fourteenth year due to aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, in this case a pencil, on one of his classmates the very next day when they would not give up their shoes to him.
Orphaned, depressed and with a permanent record haunting him over his head Charles turned to a life of crime to get him out of high school and through life. Just shy of his sixteenth birthday, he was adopted by a Orthodox Jewish family with origins to Chernarus. The new home was difficult for Charles to acclimate to, however he did what he could to be allowed under their roof for the latter portion of his adolescence. He could not stay out of police custody, unfortunately, and he found himself incarcerated for yet another year three days shy of his nineteenth birthday for grand theft auto and fleeing and eluding police. Furious, his adoptive father cut him off for the entirety of his detention, and gave him an ultimatum once he was released: Join him on a religious mission back to his native Chernarus with the hopes of pressing some virtue back into him, or cut his ties with the family and pack his things and immediately move out.
Fearing complete isolation, Charles buckled down and choose the former, packing his belongings and boarding an international flight from Vancouver to Chernogorsk, a prosperous city in western Chernarus, where to his misfortune was near the site of patient zero to a mysterious virus that prevented him and his father from fleeing the country due to locked down airports, ports and border crossings. When it was realized that this virus was more than a simple flu, it was already too late, and chaos unfolded before him- not only claiming his father, but the very world he knew.