Ren was born to two crew members aboard a freighter crossing the Atlantic Ocean. His parents lived aboard the ship, though they never told Ren why. When he was 12, Ren’s mother died aboard the ship. The loss hit him hard, but he was young and resilient. After his mother’s passing, Ren started taking a more active role on the ship. His father, Daniel, taught him about making rope, tying knots, and how to read maps. Ren even found work to do when docked. He delivered various packages off the freighter to specific locations ashore. He was never allowed to look inside them, but he didn’t care too much. He sated his curiosity by finding his way through the city, seeing the mainland, and its people bustling throughout their busy lives. Ren’s work as a courier earned him the nickname ‘Deep India’ because he always got the package all the way in. The nickname would later become his call sign as he earned the respect of his fellow crewmen.
His friend on the ship, Bart, taught him about fishing and women. Bart was an Irish sailor, who loved a good drink, or really any drink. He would pass Ren a shot of rye whiskey and say toasts like, “Here’s to swimmin’ with bowlegged women!” Ren would take a sip and spit it out immediately. He couldn’t handle the drink, and that would make Bart laugh even harder. For Ren’s 18th birthday, Bart promised him two things: to get laid and to get a badass tattoo. After getting him a tattoo of the ‘celtic tree of life,’ Bart took Ren to a local bar in the port of Astrakhan. Bart attracted two women to them with his jokes, and the four drank all the men could afford. Bart took one for the team, and laid with the older, larger woman. Meanwhile, Ren and the younger one went up to the roof of the bar. That was the night Ren learned about the warmth of a woman. Unfortunately, it was also the last night Bart would lay with one as well. The next morning, for reasons still unknown to Ren, the bar owner shot Bart dead and chased Ren out of town. He took up Bart’s cabin on the ship from that day on. From Bart’s personal effects, Ren kept a necklace of the patron saint of drinking, Saint Arnulf. The trinket meant little to Ren for its religious value, but he held onto it. He drank a whole bottle of whiskey in Bart’s honor, vowing to live life as Bart did: with a drink in one hand and a tit in the other.
One night in 2017, Ren awoke to panic among the ship’s crew. He heard a lot of commotion and the men were rushing frantically. “Abandon ship, I repeat, abandon ship!” belted the captain over the intercom. Ren rushed to his father’s cabin, and found him packing and getting things ready. “Ren, hurry, grab your things! We have to move fast.” his father said in a rushed voice. “There’s been an incident and we can’t stay on the ship any longer.”
“What happened dad?” Ren asked.
“There’s some sort of outbreak, we haven’t been able to contact anyone on shore for quite some time. The ship is out of fuel, and this is the closest coastline we can get to.” His father replied, clamoring to get his belongings together. Ren began asking questions faster than he could think. “Outbreak? What do you mean? Like some sort of sickness? Well why the fuck are we landing here?!” Just then, gun shots rang in the air, and the sound of explosions went off in a compartment below them. Daniel handed a Colt .45 to Ren as they ran out the cabin. “Son, the last we had heard on the radio, people were attacking each other. We can only assume things have gotten worse since the radio got cut. You need to be prepared to defend yourself.”
Ren put the gun in his bag. As they reached the top deck, the ship crashed into a rock formation off the coast. They couldn’t slow it down in time. The father and son had minutes to get off the ship before it sunk. Daniel led Ren to the coast and pointed him north. “We are in Chernarus. Head north along the coast, to Svetlojarsk. Get help for us and watch yourself son, I need to tend to the other crew members, you need to use your intuition to know who is trustworthy. I will meet up with you when I can.” Daniel said. Ren didn’t want to leave his father, but he knew he had to go. As he headed north, the sounds coming from the city in the distance were chaos. He saw the glow of a fire burning through the town, and the sounds screams and even growls he had never heard before carried over the air. Ren had no idea the journey that was ahead of him, but he knew he had to survive to see his dad again.