Dennis Manning was born in the hot summer of 1966 on August 12th. Born into a farming family he spent many years living and soon after working on his family’s farm. During his time on the farm, he had fallen in love with nature and all that encompasses it, with this interests and the teenage urge to leave the company of his parents, at 18 he moved to Manchester in search for jobs that could adhere to his tastes.
City life wasn't for Dennis and not long after his arrival, he had found work as a Park Ranger for the Peak District east of Manchester. Here he truly become himself; learning what it takes to preserve oneself as well as the natural surroundings. For 31 years of his life he spent protecting the beauties that mother nature provides and he did it proudly.
It was late into his career in 2011 that he decided to visit Chernarus for a vacation of sorts. After hearing the name brought up for the past year or two for its violent past and its now intriguing present, he took it upon himself to make a trip of it. During his time in Chernarus he once again fell in love with the nature that surrounded him like he did once before on his childhood farm. This would set in motion the continuous visits he would make to Chernarus until finally, in 2015, he settled down for good on a small farm in the North he had acquired with his savings. He planned to spend the rest of his life in his newfound home. To which he did for a couple of years.
Given the remote lifestyle that Dennis was living, he wasn't receiving news or hearing about the dramatically increasing tensions. He knew things were happening with increased military personnel when he would make his usual deliveries but to him these things would blow over. Full blown war and never mind a global virus were never a thought that would cross his mind.
It was during one of his deliveries that he would realise how bad things were. Towns were chaos and military personnel seemed to have abandoned the northern territories. Dennis did the safest thing he could think of, he turned around and went home. He was not going to get caught in a death sentence. The farmhouse was not built for this situation though, and sooner than expected, thieves ransacked his home whilst he was scavenging. It was at this realisation that he grabbed what he could and started searching for any chance of a new beginning, for he has been robbed of his.