Born in 1992 in the humble beautiful town of Bourges, France, Adrian had a rather comfortable childhood with two loving parents. It was however because of these comforts that Adrian began growing restless as he aged, wishing for something exciting to happen in his life, to grant the thrill adrenaline provides. Due to this he gained quite a rebellious streak, acting out and dressing up like a punk. A fact his parents disapproved of. His life began its downwards spiral in high-school where he fell in with a group of ragtag small-time drug traffickers. He began selling marijuana and as time passed harder and harder drugs. Cocaine, Molly, LSD, methamphetamine, if it exists it's probably passed through Adrian's hands at some point or another. During his career Adrian developed a bad attitude and a hot temper, but thankfully enough street smarts to not let those traits get out of hand to the point where he'd be left shot dead in some alleyway. That is until recently.
During a massive drug deal between Adrians crew and a local gang, the gang boss took attitude with Adrian and demanded to pay no more than quarter of the value of the drugs they were set to purchase. After some bickering he lost his cool and insulted the gang boss and his crew. Gunfire echoed through the streets as Adrian made a hasty escape, but his slip had cost him thousands of dollars not to mention the lives of most of his crew. He was as good as ruined, especially with the hounds of the gang he'd just ruined relations with out for blood. He had to skip town for awhile, lay low in some shithole till he wasn't a target. taking the last of his money from his savings he bought plane tickets, one for himself and one for each of his boys and set to scatter across the globe. Adrian's ticket was set for Chernarus, he didn't know much about the place but it was cheap, and backwater as hell and that was good enough. He set off the morning after with the clothes on his back and a small chunk of cash. Enough to get by for a few weeks at least.
After an eight hour flight, the length due to many stop overs at a variety of locations he had arrived at a coastal town in Chernarus. He quickly set off to find a place to stay, and once he was settled began his research on the local town area. Language, culture, laws, His cash wasn't going to last so he had to figure out some way to get more. Starting with what he knew, drug trafficking. However he barely got to begin worrying about running out of money before military began marching into town, everything on the televison was in a language he didn't understand. At first he thought he walked into a rash of small time terrorist attacks until he saw one, an infected. It was shown very briefly on television as a reporter, broadcasting live was attacked from behind by what looked like a sickly deranged person. He'd seen alot of addicts, and druggies but the attacker barely looked like anything he knew of. So it wasn't drugs then what was it? Something fucked, something wrong, he didn't care to stick around and figure it out but his desperate attempts the book a new flight out were denied with poor excuses and rebuttals and half hearted reassurances that flights were to be resumed as soon as the situation was handled.
But it only got worse, and soon enough his town began falling into chaos. Infected people stumbling through the streets, attacking civilians and military alike, and Adrian was left with no choice but to fend for himself. Grab what supplies he could, a means of defense, and survive, and wait for help to come save this rotten backwater country and its few still sane and healthy survivors.