His name is John Noir, he was born in Toronto, Canada in 1990. Growing up John knew good from bad, his father made sure of it, Christian values to John was second nature at an early age. His father was native to America, he went back to America and served in the war on terror after the disastrous 9/11 attack. His father was patriotic and served his country well. His father got a degree in bioengineering moved to Toronto, Canada permanently where John's mom was native. Money was good health was good and education was good. His father is a valuable role model in his life so John followed his footsteps and served in the CAF (Canadian Armed Forces). John excelled in marksmanship due to his father's early lessons, John was eventually recommended to join JTF2 (Joint Task Force 2). He was stationary for a while until.... a few years forward after the news of an outbreak in Chernarus had happened, John received news that his father volunteered to go to Chernarus as part of a UN foreign aid. John thought to himself it was nothing; nothing could possibly go wrong. John sat in front of the television every single day just to see the update on the state of Chernarus. Day by day Chernarus got worse, death tolls eventually hit tens... then hundreds; John sat helpless knowing his father could be dead. Until his squad leader opened the door aggressively and said they were going to Chernarus. John was ready and shaking with fear; fear of the unknown. Coming to Chernarus his memory was hazy he woke up in a totaled helicopter with his squad mates either dead or simply just gone. John was alone with minor amnesia of what the purpose of his mission is. John prayed for his fallen comrade and left with nothing but a knife. Through countless days John fended off infected and bandits. John was alone... trying to find out where he is, trying to survive the Island that is Chernarus.