Sean was born in Alaska into a simple country home. As a young man Sean was always fond of the outdoors hiking, snowboarding, and hunting with his father and adopted brother Joel. Growing up in Alaska helped harden Sean for the outdoors having learned how to survive off the land from his father he is an excellent shot with a rifle and is fairly decent shape. During the later years in his life after college Sean joined the united states navy under a special operations contract. During basic training in one of the few 800 divisions he learned the basics of survival, combat, and naval military operations. After leaving basic he attempted to join the SEALs and go through the BUDS program of training, unfortunately he was unable to match the intense qualifications needed to be a SEAL. Taking the disappointment of his failings in stride the young sailor re-specialized into SWCC. This time finishing his training with soaring colors Sean served as an enlisted sailor for the first three years of his military career before transferring to OCS and retraining once more to become an officer. It was during only his second operation as a team leader that he was deployed to Chenarus alongside NATO forces to help with the initial outbreak lending humanitarian aid and providing security along with the peacekeepers. It was during this time that he was separated from his unit and has been stuck in Chenarus ever since.
Sean’s a fairly level headed young man with a grey moral compass that will do anything and everything to keep his adopted brother safe and alive during this dangerous situation even robbing and/or killing to get what he needs to achieve this goal. His favorite quote is “If you spend too much time thinking about things, you’ll never get them done.”- Bruce Lee, his favorite food was his father's burgers. The events after the fall of Chenarus and civilization as a whole have left their mark on Sean, he often finds himself pushing as hard as he can to try and survive setting bigger goals every time he achieves anything he can. Without this constant forward momentum he finds himself getting lost in his thoughts and falling into a state of depression that he has trouble getting out of without something to help drive him once more.
Currently his only goal is to contact home, a never ending search for some way of radioing the nearest naval station or the carrier fleet that he was attached to when the shit in the fan. Whether he achieves his goals or not, that is yet to be seen.