My name is Jerald. I was born in Miami to a family of 4. Me, my brother Stewart, and my parents. By the time I was 6, my parents left us. Even though Stewie was younger than me, I stood up to protect us. I wasn't going to sit around, while I waited for my only kin to die off. It's always been me and Stewie, most likely always will be. I've done some things I'm not necessarily proud of, but I would do them again in a heartbeat if it meant the safety of my brother. We came to Chernarus for a vacation, unaware of what was happening. We got settled in, then we heard about the tragedy near Severograd. We tried to escape, but the bombing already started. We hid, and survived. Just like when we were kids.