"Born in Alaska, with a Russian mother and a Canadian father, I grew up in a homely little cabin just outside the town called Fairbanks. Even as a kid I was taken onto the mountainsides with my father to learn survival skills and hunting. I didn't take much to it as a kid but as I grew up I learned to appreciate nature and her beauty and it ended up becoming a hobby of mine.
Growing up I was a troubled kid. Always got into fights with the upperclassmen. But bullies exists everywhere, and standing up for the little guys was something I was taught, and so I did. I wasn't winning the fights but I can't say I was losing them either. In the span of three years I can't even tell how many times I got sent to the principals office for fighting, so detention, whether my intentions were good or bad, was something I had often. Mom wasn't too happy but dad always laughed asking: "Well did the other guys look worse than you?" and when the answer was 'yes' he would laugh: "That's my boy!" while mom just gave a sigh and gave up on the two dumb boys.
I took over my dads trade driving the snowplow to clear the roads around Fairbanks and I quite enjoy the silence since its an early rise job.
My parents got a divorce and she moved back to her hometown with her still living mother. That's where it all began when I decided to visit her after two years. A heavy storm made the airplane deviate from course and crash land into the wilderness of Chernarus. Since then I've stayed alive with my survival skills trying to track back into Russia and find my mother..."
After the plan crash, James Zherdev Russell and the other few survivors banded together to stay alive, but one by one they succumbed to either disease, bandits or worse.. the flesheaters. The way back to Russia seems impossible now without the proper preparations and resources. But he has not given up just yet..