Otto Von Houten is an American motor head and metal head who loves nothing more than smoking, a good brew, and a nice heavy wrench in his hand. As long as its loud and has a motor in it Otto loves it. Otto grew up in Cleveland with his mother(Nikki), father (Ivan).Nikki and Ivan where originally from Chenarus and immigrated to the US in the 80s because of the Cold war .Ottos father owned a junkyard on the outskirts of Cleveland that Otto enjoyed spending a lot of time in as a child. When the US economy collapsed in 2008 Ottos family fell on hard times. Ivan became abusive towards the family and began to drink heavily. To escape the abusive household Otto began to spend all of his free time in the junkyard and eventually taught himself how cars of all kinds worked and how to put them together, even managing to find and restore an old 1948 jaguar black pearl (with help from his father when he wasn't black out drunk) for which he named it "Basket case", for its tendencies to fish tail and spin out at any given moment. One day when returning from school during his last month of his senior year, he walked into the workshop of the junk yard to find his fathers lifeless body hanging from the rafter with a noose tight around his neck, and at his feet was the body of his mother apparently bludgeon to death with a tire iron. Devastated and emotionally ruined, Otto called an ambulance, hopped into Basket case and just drove, leaving everything behind, only stopping once the gas tank ran out. Still sitting in his car when the police found him on the side of the road, Otto was taken back home. All alone at the age of 18 Otto was lost. After years of rebuilding and recovering, Otto thrived. He opened up his own garage and lived in the upstairs loft, made plenty of friends and became a lighthearted, down to earth person. One day, at the age of 27, He received a letter from his grand father, who apparently still lived in Chenarus. Ottos grandfather was apparently close to death and wished to see the grandson he had never met. Otto hopped on the next plane to Chenarus to finally meet part of the family he head never seen before. Otto landed at Krasnostav Airstrip and began his long drive to Primorsk. Taking the bus down South Zagoria beautiful coastal highway, Otto leaned his head against the window and watched the moon pass over the waves. As he began to fall dose off he heard the drive of the bus gasp and yell something Otto didn't understand, or just did hear over the sound of screeching brakes. The bus hit something man sized, veered off the road and hit something hard causing Otto to slam his head into the seat in front of him, causing him to black out. Gaining consciousness god know how much later, Otto woke to an empty bus with no one insight. He cried for help and no one replied. Now all alone in a strange country, Otto must now figure out what the hell is happening and how in the hell can he get out.