Born in Kursk Russia and Raised in the United States of America as the Cold War wages on, Cole Rede was a kid who didn’t have the privilege that most kids would have. Cole’s parent’s lived off the bare minimum trying their hardest to put food on the table every night, This cause Cole to know the feeling of being in desperate need of help. As Cole was growing up through the Cold War his entire family lived under a veil of fear of total and utter annihilation, knowing at any second someone could launch a missile and end not only his but his loved ones lives. Over time the fear the Cole had drifted away…. and as did the Cold War. Only did Cole know that years later his normal day to day life would end, not only his though but millions.
As Cole continued to mature he took an interest in the U.S. Military this opened his way to a set of skills that allowed him to be expendable, through his training Cole was pulled away from the normal training to forgo in depth training for marksmen, Cole’s superiors noticed he had unique aim and precision that allowed him to hit targets over 1000 Kilometers away. Over time Cole had passed his training a moved into a squad of elite marksmen, in the next year Cole would see himself moved up to the lead of his marksmen squad and issued commands to work under UN commands. During Cole’s time under UN he soon realised he could be making a larger impact as an aid member within the UN. Cole requested a move over into UN hands as an Aid member, Cole spent the next few years aiding people throughout foreign countries giving out rations and clean water this raised Cole’s spirit knowing that he was truly helping the people. But what Cole didn’t know was that he had been handing out rations and water that was laced with a fatal virus that has been killing people. Cole soon found out over time that he was only doing dirty work for the UN, so Cole deserted he ran to somewhere the UN would never look for him Chernarus Russia. Cole settled in a wooden cabin in the woods near a town by the name of Gorka where he would find a homeless but also parentless child by the name of Thomas and take him in as his own. Cole and Thomas spent many hours and day just hunting so they could put food on the table by selling fur to nearby towns.
Today is October 15th and Cole and Thomas had just hauled in the largest load of fur pelts into the town of Mogilevka, they had gotten the pelts due to a spontaneous mass migration of animals going through their neck of the woods. Cole and Thomas found the town to be barren of people going door to door searching for any sign of life and without any warning he found that Thomas had been attacked by a savage covered in blood that smelled of death, Cole couldn’t believe what he saw before his eyes and all he could do was cry his child, no… his son was taken from him ever so slightly and all he wanted to do is run and forget it ever happened. So that’s just what he did. He ran and he ran and he ran never stopping until he got back to his cozy home where he felt most safe. Cole spent years in this cabin with only a stockpile of food that wouldn’t last him forever, day by day Cole spent his time in this cabin going insane due to the pure silence that he had been sitting in. But soon Cole’s silence was abruptly disturbed by a band of people who held him at gunpoint, soon Cole would find himself being taken hostage and moved around the country side of Chernarus. The people who took Cole had a plan to use him as bait for the the infected he was unclear were even a thing, this is when Cole found himself being knocked out and left on a coastline only to start a new journey.