Born in the small town of Kildare, Ireland in 1987, Alan never seemed to have much choice when it came to his lot in life. His family was rather wealthy, being some of the only practicing doctors in the town and, on top of that, they were very conservative and traditionalist. Alan’s life, as a result, was mapped out for him from the day he was born all the way up through his last year of residency. Despite this fact, Alan always found time to sneak off and experience the vast forests and plains of Scotland. It was during one of these excursions that Alan’s world would be turned upside down. One day, while wandering through the woods, Alan came across the body of an old man who had collapsed by the side of the road. By the time the man made it to the hospital, he had died from his injuries. Little did he know at the time but this moment would kick start a morbid fascination with the concept of death in Alan.
After his residency, Alan decided to break away from the family practice and took an intern position at a local coroner’s office. It was love at first sight and for the next five years, Alan quickly worked his way up through the ranks until he was finally able to open his own practice and move to Dublin. He spent the next few years chasing the ideals of his youth and trying to find meaning in the relatively dull work. Eventually, Alan received work as an independent contractor with the local police and began to assist in numerous investigations. It was then that he discovered his love for helping people, no matter what state they were in. He would think that if he couldn’t help living people than the dead were the next best thing. Being raised staunchly Catholic, he believed that helping people in death would mean that they would find themselves more comfortable in their next life, regardless of where they wound up.
Alan, having stayed in the same small time his whole life, was eventually overcome with the urge to explore. Taking advantage of his trust and dipping a bit into his own savings, Alan joined the Red Cross and traveled the world looking for people to help. It was here that he was assigned to work in the post-civil war recovery efforts in South Zagoria.
After a few years of work and one unfortunate infection, Alan found himself trapped like so many others between a rock and a hard place in Chernarus. Taking advantage of some of the few kind souls left, Alan found himself a good shelter and hunkered down in a small wooden cabin for a few years, making a point to help anybody who came to his door, be they friend or foe. However, isolation and the undead have a way of changing a man.
Over time Alan’s mind began to slip, at first, it manifest as nothing more than a strange fascination with the dead and infected that came close. What started as a purely scientific pursuit at first evolved into a scene straight out of a 19th century science fiction novel and eventually, Alan began hearing the dead make requests. Small things at first but if you listen close enough Alan would say, you could hear their souls begging to be released from their torment. Maddened by loneliness and suddenly speaking to the dead, Alan came upon the ‘realization’ that he was the only person who knew the truth in this land. The infected’s souls were trapped in their body, a cruel twist of fate resulting from the aftermath of the rapture. The only way to truly help the dead would be to set their souls free and he had to help them all. So, with newfound fervor, Alan, the newly appointed “Ferryman” set out for the first time in years to help those he could, and help pass on those he could not.