Marshall "Big M" Mitchell was born and raised in North Dublin and tings were getting too dodgy with all the cardboard gangster around the ting so he moved to the ends of East London at a young age. He had a rough childhood (of course like every other kid from East London yeh). His mother was a crack addict and his father was killed in a drive by stabbing. Marshall got into slinging when he was about 12 years old, he needed to make some money so that he could buy food and clothes. As time went on he gained prestige in East London as a well respected slinger and he got his hands on a smooth 6 inch knife. As Marshall grew older he gained his stripes by doing his first stabbing. He stabbed an opp for selling on his turf without giving him a cut of the profits. The kid wanted to take his turn so Marshall ended the mans life, hence he was given the name Mitchy, or Big M. Once Marshall shanked his first chav he quickly gained a reputation for not being messed with. He want on to shank more people and then was wanted by the police. Him and the boys decided to go to a football game in Russia, the night got wild and the next thing you know the lads woke up in Chernarus. East Europe was somewhere they always wanted to go so there they were. Yurt.