"𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕; 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔."
- Paul Cézanne
𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑
Born and nurtured within an immovable concrete apartment block was a boy named Alec. His mother and father married in 1982, as a couple brought up in the South of France and hoping to hunker down and care for a new generation, despite the poor income that the family raked in each month - the governmental cheque barely meeting global food and shelter requirements. Through this, the boy somehow managed to form an undisputed interest in the comprehension of the terrain around him. At the time, this appeared trivial - a phase - though his hobby of collecting old 'Institut géographique national' maps from wartime Provence seemed to bring Alec through his early education with notority from his geology tutors. A trip to the aged man operating the surplus shop after school each month as a treat, for six francs a piece, was something his father entertained - a humble and friendly face in their community.
𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 - 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏
After completing two Brevets in relief management and geographical studies, his further education, Alec looked forward - to England. It seemed that his ventures in the mapping world had brought him to a European convention. A volunteer organisation - Medecins Sans Frontiers - had set up shop. After speaking with them about their involvement in the cartography world, he took up an offer to undergo basic medical training as a technician, to supplement his aspirations as a graphics worker being in low demand.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐊, 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 - 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒
In 2014, his father passed away at his home, an open-and-shut case of heart disease. His funeral, held in his home city of Toulouse, proved impactful to the extent that Alec took a gap year, travelling Europe through hitchhikes and pen-pals.
Whilst touring the nations surrounding the Black Sea, Alec came across something. A discrepancy with the trail maps - a detriment to all that he had been taught by his brash but educated Russian professor. After speaking with some local forms, Alec moved to the nation of Chernarus for business purposes, reportedly tasked to survey the national trails and walkways across the Takistani mountains to the northwest of the Capitol, for three years, up until his discharge when a dulling peace filled the air between the two nations and his services were no longer required.
𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀, 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 - 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕
Today, Alec loots around the remains of his history. He seems to be tempered and mild-mannered, with a level of politeness otherwise unsuited for the environment in which he traverses. He seeks to survive until the evidential conclusion of this momentary lapse of stability, through whatever means necessary. His history in designing maps for the area has helped him navigate, though the terrain still lies - uncertain of its true purpose. A fragment of basic life aid, which helped him trek the distance he had, remains.