Growing up poor and homeless for the vast majority of his childhood, Jordani stayed with his mother and father wherever they managed to find shelter. While life was hard, the family was loving and did what they could to provide for each other within the confines of the law. Growing up into a young adult, the families situation improved only slightly up until one night while on the streets, Jordani's mother and father were robbed and killed by a Muslim immigrant with the young Jordani having seen it all from across the steet. With not much he could do, he begged and pleaded with the police to do something, though their own hands were tied with no evidence beside Jordani's testimony to prove the mans guilt. The man was released and no further charges were followed. This lead Jordani into a deep anger, the inescapable position he was in and the helplessness he felt as he was left alone. Seeking something to bring stability in his life, he joined the Russian military, serving for a term of service before leaving.
During his years in the military, his hatred for the lone Immigrant man morphed into something ugly, fueled by the militaristic lifestyle and by the combined thoughts and opinions of others in the military it turned to a hate of all non-white races and other religions. Finding himself aimless and with pent up rage, he explored militia groups who he could devote himself to the cause, of fighting back where the law could not. This is where he met Konstantin Nintinskovich and the RNU, following them through warzones until eventually traveling to Chernarus.