Paul Pippy was born in a luxurious sector of the capital of New Zealand. He had a full family who loved and cared for him dearly, he was never left along and always was treated like what he was: royalty.
Pauly Pippy was homeschooled for the limited years that he ended up doing schooling, only really seeing the public atmosphere when he went to work at his father's sandwich shop just a few miles down
their estate. They always had rarely any visitors to their estate anyways, so he was a self-reliant kid.
His route to Chernarus was rather easy. One morning he was sitting inside of his rooming playing with his toy collection when his father had told him of a business opportunity that opened up.
The limited information he was told was that his eldest brother had began his own company in the capital of Chernarus, Novigrad. The flight was already booked and Paul had finished his schooling for the
month so he wasn't opposed to a vacation. Things didn't go as planned though they usually never do in a country like this. It was roughly two hours into the flight before the right engine of Paul's plane had
failed and they were headed towards the coast of Chernarus, though that didn't go as planned either. They steered right, left, front, and down, though the plane crashed onto an island named Utes. His father
was killed in the crash though the multiple maids and assistants survived. For the next three months Paul turned into a man and learned his ways along life. After the sixth month ended
it seemed like Paul had more than enough. Paul gathered the strongest men and women, and began crafting their own raft to rift across the ocean and back
to the mainland. It wasn't easy, and didn't take a short amount of time though in three weeks time they had crafted the raft that would get them to their new home.
It was a day journey though they managed, they went across the waters and ended up in Kamyshovo.... the story continues from there....