Joe Dewski, an American icon, was born in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Raised in a neighborhood where there was only a handful of white folk he gained a fierce reputation to maintain his street cred in his neighborhood. Growing up he was different than all the other kids, having a different skin color made him a target for bullying. One day while playing basketball with some of the boys on his block an older kid came and began picking on him for thinking that he could play basketball as good as the other kids. The boy shoved Joe and took his basketball. The other kids that he was playing basketball with didn't share the same view as the older boy, but were afraid to say anything as the boy was a lot older than them.
Joe grew upset, he had been given that basketball by his grandmother, a Brooklyn native, for his birthday. Joe didn't want to get into a fight as he had never fought before in his life, but he knew he couldn't give up that basketball. Laying on the ground Joe thought "If I let this motherfucker leave with my basketball I will be labeled bitch and all the other kids will start stepping over me as well!" Joe knew it was now or never to stand up to this bully, an urge came over Joe's body, he stood from the ground and leaped into the air. The other boys gazed as Joe flew through the air onto the boy. They couldn't believe what they were watching. Joe looked like an Eagle pouncing onto it's prey. Joe waled at the boy, not knowing how to fight, he flailed his arms back and forth hitting the boy in the face over and over again. The older boy dropped Joe's basketball, holding his nose while blood flowed out of it like a river runs down a mountain. Joe's friends cheered him on as the boy ran for his bike. From that day on Joe would be known for his courage. Joe would go onto to fight more bullies, he would win some, he would lose some, but at the end of the day no one had the audacity to call Joe a B I T C H.
Time went on, Joe grew older, served in the US military and was a green beret killing machine born to finesse. Joe served a few tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. After he came he felt a yearning to learn who he truly was, and where he came from. Joe's mother was an immigrant. She immigrated from a country from a small third world country known as Chernarus. She left he family back there, which decided to send her to America for a better future. As Joe grew older he became more and more curious about his mother's side of the family and decided a trip out to Chernarus with his best friend. Chernarus was nothing like New York, but Joe was never opposed to new experiences. Joe packed a large hiking bag, gathered some of his belongings and booked a flight to South Zagoria, Chernarus. With his mother's blessings he head out to JFK international airport where he met up with his boy and they began there journey.