As a young child I was beaten often and to a great extent which caused me to develop psychopathy. Then at 14 I joined the Irish Republic Army where I was taught by a man I would later myself kill to lie, cheat, and steal by any means necessary. At the age of 20 I was in the circle of the most powerful men in Ireland and felt invincible to any repercussions of my actions. That eventually led me to form a love for watching the life drain out of a humans eyes. It was in my late twenties that I began moving drugs and guns from former Soviet states into Ireland from various port cities along the Black Sea. Having never lost a shipment I took a rather risky deal to meet a contact in the Chernorussian town of Komarovo in return I would receive Two hundred thousand dollars and a crate of Russian RPG-7s. Unfortunately I did little research into the failed Soviet country and quickly found that the nation had dissolved into anarchy. Just two days after arriving in Komorovo by boat the town was overrun by these disfigured denizens from hell. The man accompanying me as a translator was slowing my escape to the wilderness. In an attempt to save myself I wounded my companion with a shot to the knee, He was quickly ravaged by the ensuing horde. The only thing that bothered me with the whole event was wasting that first bullet.