Harold Kohl(Father) (Assumed dead) Kary Kohl (Sister) (Unknown)
A scar on his left arm from the bullet wound early infection. A tattoo that he doesn't talk about on his shoulderblade.
Brown cowboy hat, An old wristwatch, His wallet, a swiss army knife, a US quarter, A single 9mm bullet, Ol' harmonica
Born in Seattle, Scott was in a line of law enforcement officers and expectations were high, but he didn't disappoint. He went through K-12 and was a C student, he didn't try. He went on to a local community college and got a certificate in communications back when he was fresh out of school. Once he got his degree, he went on to the academy and put his heart and soul into it. It was almost assured he would make it through the academy and training in the sheriff's office. He was sworn in at age 21 and didn’t stop since.
Scott would be in the sheriff’s department many years until the present day. His long term partner Jeff Novak was killed in a shootout in the states while they were on duty. Having a heavy heart and a duty to his brother he brought him home - Chernogorsk, Chernarus. In late July when they flew in the casket to Chernogorsk Scott vowed to not hesitate now more than ever after he lost his partner. Once they landed and they began the burial there were all kinds of distant gunfire. Scott started to grow concerned and then once the ceremony ended, he went to his room. He watched the news in subtitles as civil unrest broke out in the town and surrounding areas. The shooting erupted on the street and as he got to the lobby there were men robbing a store across the street. Without provocation he was shot as the men exited the store, things all began to blur by then, and then darkness.
Months later as Scott recovered in a makeshift clinic in Miroslavl he was transferred to a refugee camp in Belozersk. Many months pass and eventually the camp fell in December of ‘18. Now on his own and few choices left, Scott pushed on to find a better life in Chernaurus unsure of what the next day will bring...