A Chernarussian native of Skalisty, Toby Dookiez has lived in the region all his life. He was born into a poor family who earned their living off the land and ocean. Learning early on in his life how limiting the island could be, he moved to the mainland in hopes of improving his life. After settling in Zelenogorsk he landed a job with a local tourism service as a guide and began a somewhat stable life. This was short lived however. Tourism was not as good as it once was since the conflict and the company went under the next year. Out of job he looked elsewhere for employment, but the market was limited for a kid with no formal education. Forced to look for alternative means to make money he took to stealing. It was simple at first, only steal what you need and nothing more, but the hunger grew and he soon got in trouble with the law. Unable to properly defend himself in court the judge came down on him harshly with a two year sentence.
As he awaited to be transferred to a prison, the infection swept over Chernarus like a plague. It was a godsend to Toby. It looked like he would have to live among the animals in the prison system. The police station was locked down, but even with their guns and badges they could not hold out against the infection. They grew careless and desperate, asking for those with lesser offenses to help them with finding supplies. Toby volunteered, knowing that if they were looking for volunteers from the lock ups then hope was lost of getting help from anyone else. If he had any chance of surviving this it would not be here. It didn't take long to find a chance to escape, as they looked through the houses on the edge of Zelenogorsk he broke off from the scavenging party and began to run towards a nearby treeline. A life awaited him in this new world no more bullshit, no more stresses of society. For once he was truly free.