Magnús lived in Iceland until he became fascinated with the photographs from the war so he decided to start studying journalism and photography in America. After studying for many years at the New York Film Academy, he went on to the field for the first time in Ukraine where he stayed for 2 years before coming back home with many documented moments of the horror that went on in the country during its instability. The Government fought rebels and pro-Russian militants operating in the area among their own civilians. He felt that his pictures meant very little as no one seemed to care what was going on in the country and took none of his photographs to heart so in order for him to catch the true horror that went on in this world he asked to be signed to the Russian border during the chaos that had begun after the soviets grip was starting to fade on the country. He never saw a thing nor managed to get many photos so he asked a Russian unit that was guarding the gate if he could buy a car from them and go by himself to Chernarus, after quite some arguing and bickering he bribed the men to allow him through, when reaching Gorka he saw nothing but chaos similar to how it had been in the Ukraine but much more militarised as the police there had OREL uniforms and carried fully automatic weapons, everything seemed calm though so he kept on driving all the way down to the capital, where he was greeted by even more armed men who stopped him at a road block just on the main road the night was dark so he barely saw what uniform they had on or who they represented seeing only green berets that they all seemed to wear. After realizing the man was press they detained him and were about to execute him in front of a wooden wall before a fire and loud bangs were being heard from Chernogorsk, they were told to go and resecue the town and left him cuffed on the side of the road. A plane was seen flying over him before smashing into the center building and blowing up, tearing most of the building with it. He quickly ran and was greeted by a civilian who managed to get his cuffs off and gave him his car before leaving he told him that he should never return ''Chernogorsk has fallen''.
He later met a man called Caleb and formed an organization called the Black Fangs that was meant for people that we saw fit and could trust.
Our numbers grew and we made friends with the locals especially Viridian who helped us a great deal when it came to information and deals that were made between the two, building a pub in Severograd that help us gain even more respect amongst the people.
But everything has to come to an end as the town fell and Muslims started roaming the land, We lost contact with our dear allies and started doing our own thing without them down south. Jayden and Victor then started asking us to assist this girl since they were friends, we were reluctant at first since putting our people at risk for someone we never met is not our thing. We rescued her at a small fishing village were some guys in pink had tied her up and were swiftly dealt with, we decided to let her into our arms giving her the freq and allowing her to roam with us. Little did we know she was more trouble then we could handle making moves on our men and her dad starting a war over her when she didn't want to spend some daughter time with him... Jhon even started to care...
Either way onto the main bits we dealt with the Muslim threat in Svetlojarks but made a new enemy with the PAU, we moved up north making ourselves a home in Green mountain. We started working with a man called Jon Danger and made a lot of enemies doing so since we forced people to join our circle and work with us, but yet no one could stand against us. Until the PAU stormed our home and destroyed it all but that wasn't what hurt us the most, It was Rory's betrayal by ratting out one of our members to the PAU, leaving him wounded for months. After countless of fights with the PAU and forcing Viridian into hiding we made a Stary into Tortuga getting a packed signed by the PAU and Black Fangs and maintained a Home that is still there to this day.