Adrien was born in Minsk, Belarus to a strong family who sought to better there position in life by moving to the Americas in search for a brighter future. In this regard Adrien did not spend long in his mother-country and about two months after his birth, joined his family in sailing across the Atlantic, to Charleston, South Carolina. Here Adrien and his family's stay was brief as they managed to cross the country over to the west coast, finally settling in Brookings, Oregon. Here Adrien would gain his education and slowly incorporate himself into an American lifestyle. Eventually he reached a point in his life where his was to set his sights on a career path. Most of the kids around him talked about scientific studies, or liberal politics, but Adrien had his sights set on a form of art and news reporting, photojournalism. His father was slightly apprehensive of this and attempted to swade him into a career in medical or other pursuits, however his mother was very supportive, and eventually persuaded her significant other into supporting their son. They invested money into a small recreational photo camera, primarily designed to take photos for family outings and what not. It wasn't necessarily the best in the business, especially when the new smartphone's could produce better results, but to Adrien this was more than satisfactory.
Adrien would go on to puruse his career in photography through his studies at Reed College in Portland, Oregon. Here he would perfect his skills and take photos with industry standard equipment. Infact he scored a internship with local news outlets, covering various stories around Oregon. At around the age of twenty-three Adrien would finish his studies early and go on to freelance, auctioning the best photos to the highest bidder of a variety of news outlets. Eventually he would find his way back overseas to a recently war-torn country of Chernarus, covering the reconstruction efforts since the days of the country's bloody civil war. However what Adrien thought to be a simple and clean task, would spiral into a maddening nightmare.
It had been two years since the world had ended, where absolute anarchy descended upon humanity. Whatever disease had come with this pandemic, had driven the infected host into a bloodthirsty craze, hellbent on devouring those who themselves weren't carriers of this paranormal disease. Adrien looked through all the photos he took, and scratched his beard, when was it the last time he shaved? He quickly shrugged off the thought and continued through his album. The ruined apartment he had taken refuge in was dark, save for the lamp that dimly lit the area around him. He shuffled from a sitting position to that of laying down, as the night-life of Chernarus came to be. Distant shots, screams of agony, and the cries of the infected filled the air of the shambled husk of a city that was Chernogorsk. He paused looking at one of his photos. A setting sun over the horizon of the thick forest of South Zagoria, he contemplated. Are these truly his last days? When will he finally be put under, or worse turn into an infected host. He shuddered before deleting the photo. Enough of those thoughts, time for shut-eye. He powered off his camera before rolling over to his side, looking at the lamp's fading light. He then outstretched his hand and turned it off, the light quickly receded and all became dark. Another day in South Zagoria had passed, but tomorrow was a new one.