James "Bubba" Marsh is a god-fearing, slightly racist, but friendly nonetheless farmer. He was born in Texas. Both of his parents were farmers, and their parents were farmers, and so on, so he decided to join the family business and become a corn farmer. Corn is not the most profitable crop to grow and in 2005 the corn bottomed out to $3.00 a bushel. He could not operate his farm in the green with the profit margins so tight. For six years he continued to take loan after loan hoping for a miracle season. His miracle season did not come for in 2012 the bank foreclosed on his farm and left Bubba homeless.
Bubba, with nowhere to go, turned to his neighbor, Alduin, who was going to a place Bubba never even heard of before, Chernarus. He was going on a permanent missionary trip to the area, and wanted Bubba to along as well. Alduin believed in ecumenism, and attempted to convert Orthodox to the Catholic faith. They were to settle in the southern part of Chernarus, and become farmers for a way to sustain their mission in the country.
Bubba really quickly settled down into the new life. Not have any knowledge of Chernarussian, or any slavic language for that matter, he still quickly fell into routine with neighbors. Those who spoke English would chitchat with him, and those who didn't at least waved.
His daily routine was breakfast, his morning walk, tend to crops, attend mass, eat lunch, tend to his crops, afternoon walk, perhaps a social gathering at the church, dinner, prayer, and off to bed. He lived a bland life, but was fulfilling enough for him. Years he had done this routine without break until he decided to go on a hunt for the weekend just to get away and enjoy himself. When he had gotten back, it seemed the town was abandon. He had himself a look around, and no one was home. Doors were open, people's routines seemed to be just interrupted abruptly. He made his way to the church when he found at least several of the towns people including Alduin. They were up on the pews. All the people were leaned forward. Upon closer inspection he found they had been tied together and to the pews, and all shot execution style to the back of the head.
At that moment Bubba's world started reeling, he didn't grasp at all what took place here. Moments later his world darkened and he fell to floor unconscious. Hours later he awoke, he saw the towns people once again, but this time they seemed to be moving and alive to Bubba at least. Bubba suffered from some pretty major shock and PTSD after being shook from his normal routine. His mind told him that everything was fine, and everyone is fine. Go back to routine it said. So, Bubba did just that and continued on his days. He saw his neighbors, who seemed more aggressive now a days, but Bubba didn't care. Bubba loves a good tussle with the fellows. They were constantly talking to him, and even coming over and looking into the windows. To Bubba, his days isn't far off from perfect