Ruhakana Kyambadde was born on the 2nd of September 1976 in a small village to the north of the city Gulu in Uganda. As a young boy Ruhakana was taught how to farm, hunt, gather and generally live off the land. He was also taught how to defend himself in case he or his village was ever attacked. Life was simple, but life was good. For years Ruhakana's life would be repetitive until the night of the 27th of May 1987. As Ruhakana was falling asleep he began hearing loud cracks and bangs followed shortly by the panic and screaming of his fellow village people. Ruhakana jumped for his hunting spear as it was the only weapon nearby him and opened the front door of the hut, running outside. Outside, he seen his father holding his hunting rifle in his hands while his mother cowered against an unfinished wall nearby. "Father, what is happening?", Ruhakana calls out. His father turns with a panicked expression but as he locked eyes with his son the trace of a smile began to come to his face, but before any other words could be uttered his father is shot in the back of the head and quickly falls to the floor. The screams of his mother filled the air as Ruhakana ran to grab his father but was not able to catch him before he fell on his face. In a fog of anger and rage Ruhakana pulled the rifle from his dead Father's hands and swung around to face the direction the shots were coming from. Seeing the movement of men dressed in military gear, Ruhakana began firing as rapidly as a bolt action would allow, hitting most targets that would present themselves to him. Sadly, he would quickly experience the repercussions of this action as he sees several men emerge from the huts in that direction and aim automatic rifles towards him. They fire, while Ruhakana jumps to the floor to avoid the bullets. The barrage continues for what feels like forever, until it finally stops and Ruhakana takes his hands off his head, flipping around on his back. An action he'd soon regret as he turns to see where his mother was once sitting instead he sees a body, totally stained in red, laying lifeless. Ruhakana begins to tear up but his attackers give him no time to grieve, as they all surround him aiming guns and screaming obscenities. Before Ruhakana can even react, one of the men take the butt of their rifle and slam it downward, knocking Ruhakana out.
Shortly later, Ruhakana wakes up in some sort of makeshift pen filled with children just like him. Ruhakana walks through the crowd of crying children and up towards one of the sides of the pen. There he peers through only to see a soldier staring right back at him. They look at eachother for just a moment before the man roars "What are you looking at?!". Ruhakana is shaken but never breaks eye contact, he simply asks "What are you going to do to us?". The man smiles, as if the child's pain brings him joy, "Well my boy, today is a proud day for you. You are going to be trained to join the army of God under our Prophet Joseph Kony". With this, life seemed to get pretty repetitive again, only this time it wasn't hunting, farming and gathering. Instead, it was combat training, strategical training, Guerrilla Training, operational training, firearm operation and maintenance, Religious Indoctrination and often a beating or two. Ruhakana hated being there but learned to cope with it as he wasn't sure what he would do if he were to escape. Through this intense training Ruhakana and the other children formed unbreakable bonds as brothers and learned to fight and fend for themselves and the rest of their family. Ruhakana would particularly excel at maintaining, assembling and repairing firearms so he was given the nickname "Tinker" by his brothers.
After many agonizing years eventually Ruhakana earned his way to become an equal with the soldiers of the "Lord's Resistance Army". As such, Ruhakana would participate in many operations through Uganda, South Sudan, The Congo, Chad and the Central African Republic. These operations varied in work as Ruhakana would find himself fighting against many different Organisations including the UPDF, SPLA, CAAF, The UN and USAC. Although all activities didn't necessarily have to be against one of these factions, sometimes Ruhakana would commit murder, abduction, mutilation and child slavery of his own accord. Ruhakana also began to train his own child soldiers, treating them as his children and the children would treat him as their father. This would go on for many years as the group caused chaos in the area until 2013, when the group officially fell apart as Joseph Kony went into hiding in South Sudan with a select few soldiers at his side. The army's body was left to fend for itself without it's head and was quickly picked apart by all of it's enemies. Ruhakana decided it would be best if he began to move north away from any group that may have him arrested or executed. He made his way through Somalia, Ethiopia, Sudan, Egypt, Israel, Lebanon, Syria and Turkey stealing, killing, fighting and doing whatever he had to do to survive.
It was hard to survive and keep going without his brothers at his side, but Ruhakana learned to keep going regardless for many years. In 2017 Ruhakana made his way into Georgia to help out a militia he had heard about in exchange for a place to live. They welcomed him to the cause and put him to work instantly. Life seemed to be normal for a few months, until he was tasked with retrieving weapons in a deal made with Chernarussian militants. He took a boat from Poti, Georgia to the port of Chernogorsk in Chernarus. This turned out to be a big mistake however as shortly after arriving in the country chaos had broken out with infected people attacking anyone they would see. Ruhakana was trapped in the country, but he had done this a dozen times before, he had to survive.