Born in the states, he was not too well off in life at first. An alcoholic for a father, and a harlot of a mother. He was not raised in that well of a neighborhood and had a family who did not care for him. As a young child he still lived in his fairly rotten and broken down home, with his parents showing no real love for him in his childhood. He was fed well enough, despite not being treated well mentally, and physically. Torn clothes, and worn out shoes. As he grew up in this home, he slowly leaned in to music, keeping himself occupied as he had rough days. He grew up mostly taking care of himself however, running away from home and the likes. He was a fairly troublesome child, however did not steal, nor break stuff, yet got into fights along the way.
As Frank grew older, he began to work on music more and more, around the age of 15-16 he had started to sing, and playing guitar. He played through bars, on the street, and even at a few parties even from this age. However he started out slow, not the best singer yet.. good enough for mere parties and singing infront of drunk people. The years rolled passed rather fast at this as he was lucky to earn somewhat of a living doing this, enough to eat and sleep at that, and his skill within this grew more and more. He'd have no luck within the music industry until he turned 25, which he was lucky to get signed at that. He began to record his own music, doing varieties of it, such as Rock, Country, Glam, Metal and the likes. He went on tours around the country, and sang at somewhat large stages. Of course he was not among the most well known, yet had his audience doing this.
As the years rolled passed, quickly at that as he had now reached his dream, it was soon to come to an end.. like everything else around him. At age 27 he did his last show in the city of Chernarus, singing within this somewhat large city, or town. And before his show got to an end, military, and medical vehicles had began to evacuate the stage, and audience half-way through his performance, forcing people to get checked out in military barracks. Of course he knew things were tense here, yet had been paid to go and sing for the people, and calm them as this odd disease was roaming around.
Before he was even able to get off the stage, he heard gunshots, and roars and screams of the people in the audience. He was lucky himself to get out alive, and ran his way out the city, trying to survive.