Growing up Mark was always entranced by stories. Growing up his Mother was at times a nanny for a wealthy family in the city but for most of his life she was a story teller, She would travel through the countryside, husband and son at her side, telling magical tales and twisted fables. His Father, a musician, would mesmerize the audience with his somber voice entwined with his melodic chords. As years came about and went, Mark slowly but surly learnt the trade his parents knew. It wasn't always easy, as he was a natural trickster that got him into much trouble at school. But those same skills his parents taught allowed him to weasel himself out of many problems. And as the times went he yearned more and more to be free, travel the world and find his one place in it. Finally on the day he graduated school his parents, with bright smiles on there faces, set him off on his journey. He traveled onward sating his passion for the stories of the places he visited.
Eventually after travelling through Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, Sweden and Finland over many years, Mark ended up in Russia where he traveled from town to town listening to the stories of the people. As time went on he slowly came to the country of Chernarus. His eyes alight with fervor of the possible new stories to be heard in the new lands. Having been isolated from almost all regular news he did not see nor hear the impending doom. Before long the VDV have quarantined the north, trapping him in the unfamiliar country.