As a young immigrant boy in a completely different country, Sibatian a Chernarussian boy in the land of Athens, barely knowing anyone except for his mother, barely knowing his father as he would always be out working and attempting to bring in money for the family to survive in such hard conditions, he always would lose himself in reading his books, the native books of the country of Greece. The ancient books that talked about all the ancient gods and goddesses. One god in particular that he was interested in more than any of the other gods was Poseidon, the god of the sea, earthquake, storms and horses. He was feared more than any god with his powers, as well as man but the gods feared him. Something that interested Sibatian was how he read a story about the time an ancient Greek king had sent his men to attack the ocean, attempting to attack Poseidon but Poseidon had sent in mass waves to those shores and had drowned the men. In the eyes of Sibatian, Poseidon was one of the gods that no man or god would mess with, he was ruthless and horrifying. So Sibatian would purchase a trident from the local smith, when he was at the age of sixteen, and would hang it on the wall of his room, as if he was obsessed with it. Until one night, very late at night, Sibatian was interrupted from reading one of homers epics, he heard a thud come from his living room. He instantly got up and ran to check up on his mother whom was sleeping on the couch in the living room in their little one room apartment. He would look around the house for any intrusion but it all seemed to fit the norm. He would go back to his room and continue reading his epic, until he heard a shreak come from the living room, it had sounded as if it was his mother. He instantly charged through his door to see a man grab his mother by the hairs on her head and furiously stab her with a large knife, that seemed to be a Makharia from the glimpse that Sibatian had saw. He instantly was screaming at the man to stop but the man continued without paying any attention to Sibatian. So Sibatian ran back to his room and grabbed the trident that hung on the wall and rushed the man with it and hit him in the head killing him with the swift blow. He would turn to his mother whom was choking and laid in a pool of her own blood, as she was gasping for ait she told Sibatian to go back to Chernarus and to go back to her sister so she would be able to take care of him.So he listened to his mother and followed her orders, leaving his house in that same night packing his clothes and his greek novels and took what little money remained in the house and went off to Chernarus by train.