Cerric Quinn (Father), Sarah Douglas (Mother), David Quinn (Brother), Sam Quinn (Sister), Astrid Quinn (Sister)
Lanky toward his extremities, Narrow shoulders, wider hips
Sanded Blonde, Matted down by a beanie
-Deeper set eyes
-Permanently furrowed brow
-Tattoo of a gnarled anchor and a celtic knot
-Bite on his left forearm
-Wolf bite mark on his left arsecheek
-CADPAT camoflauge clothing
-Flannels for cool factor
-Olive tactical rig w/ Thigh holster
-Black shitkicking boots
-Tattered UN baseball cap
-Black Beanie with a Canadian Flag on it
-Marksman tailored AR
-Depleted combat medical supplies
-Canned goods, MREs
U.N Peacekeeper (Formerly), N/A
Canadian Military (UN Mandate) [A.W.O.L]
Support Marksman (MOS) - 00334-01
Ethan was born two Scottish native father, Cerric Quinn and Canadian born Sarah Douglas on Victoria in South Western Canada. Cerric, is a dock worker and works for a company that in turn runs the ferry between the mainland and the island of Victoria. His education stops short of university and in turn consists of secondary school. Sarah is a stay at home mother who dropped out of college in her 2nd year upon becoming pregnant with Ethan at 20.
Ethan spent most of his life as many kids did, causing trouble and going to school. While he did excel at both, school was more his forte and in turn was seen more of an intellectual in his earlier years, with his progress teetering off in Secondary School. By no means was his grades representative of his actual intelligence. Proficiency exams put him in the top 10% of the world, however the desire to pursue college was not an option. Nor did his marks even give that an option to begin with. Rather than working with his father as a dock worker. The opportunity arose for Ethan to join the Canadian military and he jumped at it, immediately taking the test and placing into the Medical side of the Canadian military, though opting for infantry, then beginning to advanced marksmanship after excelling in infantry training. Sometime later, a second offer came through for him to join once more into the medical side of the military and this time, accepting, cutting his marksman training short and placing him into the medical program. After the course he was assigned to the 3rd Division, Seaforth Highlander Regiment, stationed in Western Canada. Replacing a former combat medic who died in a car accident in Downtown Vancouver.
It wouldn't be long before he began to have problems with his commanding officer, butting heads and challenging his authorities with more intriguing and efficient approaches from traditional tactics. While by no means was he a high ranking officer or non commissioned officer, people in his squadron tended to see the genius in his movements, tactics and in cases clearing methods.
Due to animosity between him and his C.O, he wanted to transfer to a different regiment, however while that transfer was going through. He volunteered for UN Mandate and was shipped to Chernarus.
Mandate in the South Zagorian region wasn't easy for him, disagreements between command and his own secluded, could give a fuck, style of doing things ended up with him being transferred West to Miroslavl as casualties were mounting and his need as a Support Marksman was much more dire. However, as the situation caved in, he cracked under pressure and was labeled as A.W.O.L, being responsible for the death of 5 soldiers, who were murdered admist a group of infected.