He, Anthony Jones, arrived to Chernarus in order to take advantage of the weak state of the region for exploatation of the natural resources, in exchange for offering locals a workplace amongst other benefits. Of-course, he wasn't anyone important, he was one of the many employees of Geno-Oil shipped overseas to oversee and help with the local development of the company. His title, however, was a fancy one. Assistant General Manager and workplace surpervisor. In all reality, he was just an errand boy for the bigger dogs, however, that did fuel his ego. He tended to flex before his friends in the States. He didn't feel safe or comfortable leaving the States, but the monetary compensation for this job was just too good to pass. He really hoped for an early retirement, but it seems that another path had already been laid out for him. Now, after the outbreak, he's trying to find a way to return to the States, but until then, he has to survive. He'll most likely try to affiliate with a group of survivors that best matches his own interest. Most of his life he's been a selfish person, cold or heartless, as some would say due to the nature of his job, however, an apocalypse tends to change people. Permanently.