Robert Sullivan was born in Missouri on the 18th of November, 1995, the result of a teenage romance between two young people who were not ready to breathe new life into this world.
His mother left him and her father early on, convinced she wasn't ready to take on the role of being a parent. His father grew more bitter as the years passed by, most likely feeling abandoned and left with a responsibility he wasn't ready to take on either. In spite of his father's alcohol abuse and disinterest in his son, Robert seemed like a well-behaved, outgoing young boy, who took an interest in animals and music early in life.
This did not last, however, as Robert fell in with the wrong crowd in his early teens, being talked into stealing and vandalizing apartment blocks in his hometown of St. Louis. His desire for being seen, heard and recognized was fulfilled by his "friends" whom he met daily after school, instead of his father, who worked the graveyard shift as a security guard in a local office building and slept throughout most of the day when he wasn't busy chasing away his inner demons with a bottle of bourbon.
Barely passing grade school, Robert started high school, not wanting to end up like his father. Early on in his junior year, Robert met the girl who'd change his life forever.
Meeting Tina was love at first sight. To Robert, she was a sight for sore eyes, being unusually bright, witty and she always had a smile on her face. They quickly started talking more and more, and Robert felt a burning desire to be with Tina every waking moment. He told her of his interests in dogs and birds, his love of playing his old battered acoustic guitar, of all the things he had never dared share with the 'tough-as-nails' crowd he used to hang out with. It was as if being with her was an inward sigh of relief, a way to chase away the dark clouds his parents had put there since he first drew breath.
As the years passed by, Robert and Tina got engaged and moved in together, and Robert started studying to be a veterinarian, a dream he'd never have chased if it wasn't for his partner.
Midway through his studies, he and Tina used their spring break to visit Chernarus, where Tina had some distant relatives. The pleasantries of hiking, studying wildlife and indulging in local Chernarussian spirits, were soon replaced by pain, agony and terror as news reports told of strange attacks and soldiers started appearing out of nowhere.
Mistakenly believing they could wait out whatever was going if they stayed with Tina's relatives at their house, one night, a stray bomb missed its mark and instead hit the roof of their supposed sanctuary. When the smoke had cleared, Robert saw his fiancée gasping for air as she laid next to him, a scorched whisper of her old self. No words were said as Robert looked into her eyes as they swelled with tears. After what had felt like an eternity, her eyes stopped focusing on his, and her chest abruptly stopped rising up and down.
Everyone inside the house were killed except for Robert, simply because he had always preferred staying on the left side of any bed he shared with Tina, a fact that still haunts him to this day.
Tempted to simply give up or turn to dark acts in the name of survival, he tempered himself with the knowledge that his departed fiancée would want him to do the best he could to help himself and others in his path. She had always been able to find and bring out the best in him, and she would keep doing so, even beyond the grave.
Robert had managed to stay alive on his own for a few months, but the ever-growing scarcity of food and abundance of infected, convinced him to start looking for a place he could call home.