There ain't even been a storyteller like Francis Thursday. Born in a small town in Scotland, from a young age Francis was able to tell magnificent stories and tales of wondrous beauty. His mind was sharp as a whip and as fast as a cheetah. Growing up, he decided not to attend university, but instead he spent some time touring around the UK, exploring the various cities and getting himself into and out of trouble everywhere he went, all thanks to the his near magical ability to spin the wildest tales and confuse even the most aware minds. Yet he never felt satisfied when locked in the walls of the British borders, he wished to see the world for himself. A charlatan at hand, with a strange personal codex, he went around Europe, learning about the different cultures there, although mostly the ones underground and behind closed doors. His friendship circle grew as he met interesting people, ones who presented him with opportunities to make money and become famous, in certain circles.
After a certain time of touring around and spinning tales of falsehoods, Francis decided that it was a good moment for him to take some time off and disappear, only to reappear at a later time. His destination became Chernarus, a small and secluded country where the actions of Russian influence and local militia reigned supreme, hence nobody would come looking for him there. Except, this was the one time that his silver tongue didn't save him, but instead got him stuck in this soon-to-be ravaged country.