Growing up in a Catholic family in Sydney Australia, on a large farm passed through our family over the years, times were tough for me as my family wasn't very wealthy. We just got by, doing the best we could with what we had. Often we would go out hunting with the multiple rifles our family owned. My father taught me a lot about hunting, and I learnt and developed many skills that would help me master it. Four years ago, my beloved father passed away from cancer. He was my best friend, who taught me a lot and was always there for me. His death caused me to go into a deep depression for 3 years. Eventually I pushed through this and moved on. My mum has struggled a lot without him in the past few years as well, but I have done my best to help her keep on going. One day I decided that I would make the decision to move to Chernarus, where I would start fresh and leave behind all I had in Australia. I knew that here I could continue my strong passion for hunting, while also allowing myself to do other things that I find enjoyment out of. I’ve always been a hands on person, and have never rejected a chance to go somewhere where I could enjoy the outdoors and what it had to offer. Leaving my mother behind was hard, but we both knew such a decision would be best for me and my future. Although my mother went through a lot with the loss of my father, she managed to get herself together and realise that was the past and that we both needed to move on. I knew that my mother is strong inside and would be able to look after herself and the farm without me.