Pre-Outbreak: Abaddon Holzmann was born during the early winter of 76', his parents were middle-class immigrant children, who came over with their parents during the early Cold War. Growing up, Abaddon learned to have a happy life with his family, enjoying the simple things and matters. Wars, conflicts, and death tolls weren't on his mind, as his parents preferred he didn't know at the time. When he started grade school, he soon learned just how the world worked. Strength prayed upon weakness, cunning prayed on repetition. He made little friends during his early years in school. One or two, who would fade from his life as he entered Highschool. During his Highschool years, he started to learn more and more of his father's business, that being a Clocksmith. While he attempted to have a relationship, as it seemed normal, he didn't have much luck. Either they weren't interested, or he just didn't feel anything from or for them. When he left Highschool, he started working more in his father's store, taking on full weeks and fixing various watches that came in. It wasn't until he was 22 that he realized what he really did want to do with his life. Since he was somewhat already used to the trade of smithing, and the skills of careful repairs/restorations/reconstructions he decided to try out Gunsmithing. The reason being, as the day and age of modernization, was reaching across the entire globe, both in 1st and 3rd world countries. People and places needed experienced teachers and instructors for growing demands. For 19 years he grew his business from a shed in his parents' backyard, just oiling and repairing small firearms, to constructing his own shop, business, and even leaving a legacy he could perhaps one day pass on to his own children. In fact, Holzmann Gunsmith since 1998 was a well established Gunsmith business in Oklahoma, he even took on some contracts from abroad. Later, shortly after his 42 birthday, he was sent a request to come to teach a class of 20 students in weapon designs. The entity offering him the opportunity, part of the Chernarussian Defence Forces, more specifically the Weapons Research and Development division. The offer to travel abroad, and even immerse himself in another culture enticed him, not just the money offered as well. So, after spending some time to send an acceptance letter, and arrange things so his business wouldn't hit the shit within the next few months, he set off from the United States to Chernarus. His final flight landed in Sochi, where he boarded a large commercial cruise ship called the "Costa Risacca" and waited to arrive in Chernarus. Unfortunately, this would not happen. Never happen. A large storm hit the cruise ship, and it caused it to wreck and sink. He barely escaped via jumping off and swimming to the shores of Eastern South Zagoria.
Outbreak: Recovering and gathering enough to live till the next day after he washed ashore from the shipwreck, Abaddon soon found himself in the middle of a third world country, in the middle of an unknown and terrifying crisis. When finding himself there, with no easy or simple alternatives besides taking his own life, he decided to survive until help arrived... or until he realized there was no help coming. In either matter Chernarus, and by extension, South Zagoria would soon prove to him that not only was a trial of survival and the will to live, but also a trial of a person's morality. Or really lack thereof in some cases. Over the course of the first year, it would teach him many lessons both cruel and simple, both wise and foolish.
Post-Outbreak: From the first year and onwards, Abaddon soon grew to have a more untrusting and apathetic outlook on his daily life. The concerns of others soon mattered little to him, the problems of groups, and the conflicts of factions. Soon enough, people became "survivors" in his mind, and whether a "survivor" lived or died was entirely up to them, by any means. While his views changed, his actions and interactions dulled or stopped. He didn't lose the ability to cooperate, nor act civilly, but his resistance to violence and force lessened. Trust was earned, and even then usually at a cost. He soon grew used to the needs of himself coming before the needs of others. Wandering between small settlements, traveling parties, and various lands around Chernarus. Recently, he made a journey back toward the South Zagoria Region, seeing how much has changed in the year since he was there.