Having grown up in the southern United States, I am pretty convinced I was born to fight. My mother would say otherwise but she always had bigger dreams for me than I had for myself. Unfortunately for her I was constantly in trouble. Even in my early school days I could never seem to remember to keep my hands to myself. With no real father figure (other than the drugged out sperm donor who got my mother pregnant) my mother decided that at age thirteen I needed some order in my life and she shipped me off to a military school. From there it was only a matter of time and when I graduated in 2000, I immediately enlisted with the U.S. Marine Corps. My two tours sent me all over the world but in one stint in Greece, I met the man that would become my business partner and best friend down the line. He was a biker in the gang Devils of St. Altis and after my second and final tour of duty I found myself back in Greece with a bike and a freedom I had never felt. Using my military background and the biker gang as cover we began running guns all over the world. We would buy or sell to anyone if the price was right. Once the civil war started in 2009 myself and some of the the gang boarded a plane to Chernarus hoping to get a hold on the black market there. Millions of dollars worth of arms and ammo were moving into and out of Chernarus and we hoped to get a piece of the pie. We started a local chapter of the gang as a front for the gun trade and soon we were one of the largest arms dealers in the region. Buying from Russia and transporting through Chernarus and into Takistan we armed military and radical alike. Business was booming until October of 2014. Once the Epidemic hit, our business hit an all-time high. CDF forces were losing ground to an enemy that had no use for their weapons. We picked apart every town searching for more weapons, food, medicine, and occasionally persons who would be worth their weight in gold. That was until one of my associates got the virus. It spread quickly through our ranks and had I not been secretly in Russia on business when it hit, I would likely be dead was well. As of now, I am fairly certain I am the last of the Devils in Chernarus. I've lost contact with most of those I dealt with before and now it is more a fight for survival than it is a fight for a dollar. I still manage to find both from time to time however. Life isn't always good, but I'll survive. I've always been a fighter after all.