Deacon was a police officer before the Outbreak, striving to keep the innocent people safe, even his family. He grew up north of Chernogosk and have always been close to there since forever, growing up alongside his brother Mallow, with his father and his mother. The boys liked to play out in the wilds very often, given they lived up in the hills on a little farm away from it all, Deacon's father, a militaryman was called to service one day and never was seen after that, seemingly having died in action, this was confirmed a few months later. By fire from the public. Deacon being the older brother was determined to never let such a thing happen and joined the Police academy, passing with flying colors, and later on being put into the force, at the time being rather young he had already found a flame whom he had promised to move to live with after his training was done, doing exactly that. Him and his new girl got a little apartment in Chernogosk where Deacon's work begun for real. Not many months after the Outbreak happened, causing him to lose everything, first the love of his life, then his young daughter, the world was cruel and a part of him was gone.
Yet as he saw that people rebuilt the world, made new communities, made a new life he began receiving a new hope. A new hope for a better future.
"Don't bring violence and guns into the world, we won't solve conflict with a bullet." - Deacon
Upon new arrivals and going up North Deacon was met with a very wounded man, a man whose name was never given but due to his good nature and heart Deacon helped him regardless a gesture that perhaps would be paid in the future who knew? The two men departed but a warning was issued to Deacon. "Don't go to Green Mountain, they are fucking crazy man." A cackle escaped the wounded man who was given a bandage, some water and a snack. It made him better and got him on his way. Deacon's nature of course made him visit Green Mountain in the search for someone. Someone important. The travel was long and he had to stop and rest, unfortunately bearing to having to drink from a river, an idea he soon came to regret. Cholera was more deadly now than ever and Deacon suffered hardly, puking up everything he ate and drank, becoming weaker and weaker he made his way towards Green Mountain where he met a few people. Tourist, little Pete, Ghost and Jamie.
The night passing, Deacon went asleep against the wall of the encampment in Green Mountain, finally able to rest and get better he was given some medicine and went to sleep.
-Not that lucky-
The morning came by and Deacon was awoken by the same guy from the night before. Jamie. Deacon was pale, had bloodshut eyes and clearly was looking like crap. He had thrown up the night before and had went to sleep after. Cholera would have taken his life if he had not taken shelter at the mountain. The weak man now cured but still very weak, throat parched and stomach grumbling loudly got up and held his body. He was in the worst condition ever but he pushed through. And continued on, a few of the workers at Green Mountain helped him along with some vegetables and a canteen, a gesture Deacon would not forget anytime soon. He traveled along with Jamie traveling much further North up until night was approaching.
A gunshot alerted the two men and they went to investigate, Deacon once more due to his bad nature was not feeling too well, assumingly having chowed on some bad food. They met a man, Nick Walski, a calm fellow who offered them shelter in a house he had taken over for the moment being and night was falling upon them. He held two logs in his hands, ready to light a fire and cook some food. Something which in Deacon's mind did not sound too bad right now. They came inside and the campfire was lit and the warmth of the embers warmed them up. Rain began pouring down as darkness spread throughout the land of Chernaurus. It was now fully nighttime. It was physically impossible to see a thing. The now three men began talking of life before the Outbreak, nostalgic, fun and overall a good time. Deacon enjoyed it heavily, he shared a chicken breast with Nick, once more a gesture never forgotten. All was good and well until two voices came to outside asking for shelter, it was two young men. Oisin and Patrick, Oisin was straight to business almost immediately, pleasantries were shared, names and details all of which Oisin wrote down in his notebook. A thing which was looked at rather weirdly by Nick and Jamie. Time flew by, and things grew tense. Patrick whom no one at the time knew was infected got more and more aggressive, challenging Jamie to a fight which all interrupted right away. At the last moment Patrick had it and went outside where he ended it all. A single gunshot and a yell. It was Deacon's voice "FUCK!"
Everyone was in a shock, why did Patrick end himself. Deacon pulled himself together after having a small meltdown, looking at his hands, shaking. The rain pouring down on him. He then got himself together, he inspected Patrick, the bullet had went straight into the head yet it was in tact. He looked into his eyes, they were bloodshut, darkened. He was infected and he knew this. He told Oisin of it all but this was only where it began. Jamie and Nick apparently began getting suspicious, this