May 13th, 1993 - Present
Jaime grew up in rural Newfoundland, learning how to fish and mess around in the woods that protected Hampden, his home.
His parents were ever loving and gave him what they could, make sure he live a happy childhood, something neither of them got to experience.
Jaime worked as a manager in a retail store for a few years, living in an apartment with his friend Samuel, they had been pals since kindergarten.
Eventually Jaime saved up enough money for a visit to Chernarus, a destination he had his heart set on for a while now.
The landscapes and wildlife reminded him of his home the moment he stepped off the plane, "It's beautiful! The crisp air, the sharp colors, its all like a movie scene!" he thought to himself.
He stayed in a hotel in Severograd for the first week of his stay. On the day of his departing flight he checked out of the hotel and wondered into the street to get a cab to the airport, when down the road he saw a group of people lumbering down the street. He realized it wasn't just normal people, it was military. The group began to approach a lady walking with a coffee in hand, when suddenly one of the military men wearing a red cap latched onto her. She screamed a fell to the ground as the rest of the group began to rip into her, coating her in blood as her intestines fell out to the sides.
Freaked the FUCK out by whatever he just saw, he went with the flow of everyone else and booked it in the opposite direction.
Jaime and a group of other hotel guests met up at a bus station a few blocks down and decided to make a break for Takistan to escape the madness.
Himself and the group survived until now. Jaime split from the group after a hoard attacked and ended up over the border again back into Chernarus.
"Aw shit. Here we go again."
And here is where the real juice begins.
A time that cannot be recorded.