My name is Patrick Vee, I was born August 12th, 1978. I grew up in mean streets of Detroit Michigan, USA. I grew up surrounded by crime, poverty, and drugs. I did my best that I could in high school but I wasn't the next Einstein. In 1996, when I turned 18 I left Detroit and joined the US marine core. I didn't see much action until September 11th, 2001. That was the year that changed my life. After the terrorist attack on the twin towers in New York City,7.62x39 I was shipped off to the middle east for the war on terrorism. I saw a lot of things there that no man should ever see. I was eventually medically discharged due to taking a 7.62 round to the shoulder. I was then later diagnosed with severe PTSD. Life was never the same after leaving the Marines, I felt that I had no purpose left in my life and went back to hometown, Detroit, where i was planned to drink my sorrows away. Before I could do that, my two younger brothers, Vinnie and Nate, who owned a car dealership, invited me to go with them to sell some cars to some big Whig in Chernarus. When we arrived there, all three of us were knocked out cold and jumped by some gang. We awoke with all of our belongings gone. Eventually we stumbled upon a town and found some English speakers who filled us in on what was going on. It just so happened we came to Chernarus while a strange government interaction involving a virus breakout. We left that town to find a secluded location to hold out until the virus passed, the only thing is, the virus never passed. Eventually I taught my brothers some basic survival skills and how to use a firearm and we decided to to take on the wasteland.