Cole grew up as a lonely child, to a loving mother yet a horrible father. One thing that would sure rub off on him later in his life, during it all Cole's mother praised him with all the love she could, in fact so much that the father at times even grew jealous, yet she gave all her love to him too. She was a good woman. Cole's father beated him relentlessly whenever they were alone, which in the end happened quite often due to the mother being the one with the job. Her being an American citizen and his father being an immigrant it was quite hard for him to get a job. But for her it came naturally. He was a drunk, and an abusive one at that, Cole would often get hit, kicked or yelled at by his father, to the point where he sometimes ran away to the town to calm down and wait for his father to do the same. Though his father was a weak man clearly, he could never lay his hand on Cole whenever his mother was home. Not once, not ever. Until one day. It was a dark night, it was raining hard and the Television was running, the father asleep in his chair after spending his whole day at the pub with his comrades. Cole was only six years old back then. His father suddenly woke up and threw the bottle into the back of his head, cutting it open with the glass shards, the TV was too damn loud. Cole's mother immediately rushed him to the hospital, in sheer fright that she would lose her only son. Though Cole was not lost that night. This was just some of his years. Growing up right until he was a teen, Cole grew into a scumbag. His father's abusive, aggressive nature rubbing off on him hard. He was a bully in school, beating others up, creating groups of bullies and terroizing other kids at the school, Robert which was his immigrant given name as no one liked his Russian one gave Cole on his 16th year old birthday a pocket knife. A possession that Cole would value greatly with his whole life, unfortunately that was a mistake. Cole ended up stabbing another kid in sheer anger, a kid who had dared talk back to him. The kid survived and Cole was given his first fraction. Something that would forever change him, the beatings from his father was immeasurable painful, the belt, the boot and at last, a shovel, a knock in the back sent the kid into the ground. Cole after that day changed fully. Years grew by and he had done more crime than any should his age, anything from stealing, assault, vandalism and even arsonry came onto his list. At last he was thrown in jail, caught red handed. In Prison he met a gang, the Rolinsko's, a Chernaurussian gang. They took him in, made him part of them, in Prison they ruled and due to their help, he was assisted in being released, on probation though it was their plan.
Cole was tasked with going to a snitch in Chernarus. A snitch who had to be silenced, at that time he no longer had any doubts. He was part of the family, He traveled to Chernarus and did the job, killing the man who was the Snitch, and then fled back home, except that he was sold out. Once back on American land he was arrested and detained, sent to trial in Chernarus for the murder of the man and his family, A trial which resulted in lifetime in prison, Sent to the Prison Island that everyone knew as Hell. Cole was now alone, not a single person cared for him there, not even those he had called family. He was already on day one sent to the nursery, a stab in the side, a shiv in the leg and a knock in the head. He had been beaten to hell. And he knew that life would only continue on from there.
A month went by and the talk of a virus had been all around, Cole never thought it'd come until the wall in the cell he was in blew into his face, knocking him back into the wall and then he saw it all... The dead screaming and running at the guards of the prison, a few militarymen. Was it true?
A man, a big fat one, blood dripping from his throat and his eyes pale and bloodshut. He was no longer human, he bellowed a roar and ran at him. Cole grabbed the first thing he could find, a brick and immediately knocked it into the head of the zombie, he kept bashing its head in, blood went everywhere on him. Covering his hands and wrists. He had killed this man. He got up and walked out to the big hole. This was a new opportunity, one that he would be sure to take.
...And that is where his story begins now.