Before the initial outbreak of the virus, Richmond had lived a quiet life in a remote location east of Chernarus. There, with his family of two young girls and the light of his life, everyday was a blessing in his mind. Working in his studio upon the clients wishes and commonly interrupted by the playful laughter of his family outside his arching window. Which he did not mind. Until that day, the day that changed his life and his family's for the worst. Hearing the laughter one early morning and a freshly brewed coffee in hand, the joyous noise became one of silence. With a startling scream of a name that no father would ever wish to hear in that tone.... DADDY. Rushing to the aid of his beloved children, the shock of the sight before him caused a slight pause before realizing what or who was about to take away what he holds most dear in this world. Grabbing the axe from the wood pile, Richmond lifted the broad iron head and drove the untainted tool directly into the skull of the attacker. Gaining composure after a brief moment, he comforted his two darlings only to hear another name in a tone that no husband would ever wish to hear....mommy. His wife, mother of his children lay in the tall grass, the woman who shielded her children from the terror by using her own body to protect them. The once elegant white sundress was now a crimson stain with a backdrop of shambling silhouettes.
On the road with his daughters safely beside him on the seat, the day began to set and with that, night was near. Which it had already done seven times. The tires suddenly burst with a shocking loudness, causing the truck to veer to the shoulder of the dirt road. Before Richmond could understand why this happened, the sound of a hammer drawing back was heard close to his ear. The three of them were forcefully removed from the safety of the truck and five men in masks stood before them. Guns aimed, shouting, crying of tears is all that echoed throughout the country road until anger erupted. The sound of a crude shotgun was heard, twice. With a playful laughter and a deep crack against Richmond's head.
Regaining conciseness, his blurry eyes could only see the eviscerated spread of what once was his darling little angels. Another sound echoed in the night and it was not that of laughter or cries. It was that of pure unadulterated rage. Another monster was born that night, one of bloodlust and pain. This let nothing prevent him from tracking and finding those who took the one thing that gave him purpose. Hours passed trekking through thick brush but the light of his way was finally found, the light of a campfire. The familiar bellowing laugh that was burned into his ears is what gave them away.
Then something took hold, a surge of electricity through his veins. But this was no current, this was a primal vengeance that one would only see in the most ferocious of beasts. All was a haze, a haze of screams and pleading at tones no man should be able to make. The only thing that remained were intestines lacking containment, concaved skulls that left no recognition, protruding femurs and collar bones, sockets missing their glossy orbits and most of all, a campfire illuminating that what was once a loving husband and father.
Richmond now has been traveling without any direction until he came across a place called Chernarus. With all the rage and vengeance drained from his body, he seeks to only find and build a place to call his own and live in peace with the memory of a time not so long ago.