Steven Macquire was on his way to become a highschool PE teacher in San Diego. He is caring and charming, however His rural Southern accent, selfishness, machismo, and folksy use of oft-abrasive nicknames belied his sophisticated and tender sides as an avid reader and a caring lover. He is willing to do the hard things if it aligns with his own moral compass, and likens a leadership role although he is not suited for such a position. He is a reformed frat bro of Sigma Phi Epsilon at the University of California, which is how he picked up his mild case of alcoholism.
Before beginning his career in the States, he embarked on a once in a lifetime trip travelling solo across Europe and Russia. He was close to the end of his trip when he was in Russia, Takistan. He had seen the news and heard the rumors of crazed military soldiers that had survived a recent bombing. Gossiping locals informed Macquire that the soldiers were exposed to some sort of chemical warfare. These chemicals were said to make people lose their minds, and cause them to attack, kill, and even eat anything with a pulse. People had begun to evacuate, so he quickly booked a flight, desperate to be any where else other than Chernarus. By the time he had reached the airport in Miroslavi, the airport was already under military control, and by then, it was too late for him to run.