Born by two Canadian parents, one being a police officer and another a doctor, he never got to see them much growing up as they were both busy. As a child, he always wanted to be like them. He wanted to help those around him. However, as he got older and reality set in, he knew he would never be like them. At the age of 22, he looked at the job listings and saw his chance. An open position at the American Red Cross. He applied and soon enough, got the job. He met up at the Red Cross Savannah headquarters and was told he would hop on the next plane to Chernarus to provide emergency disaster assistance. His parents knew about the infection in Chernarus and were hesitant to allow him to go, but he pleaded with them, saying how he always wanted to help people. Eventually, they gave in and allowed him to go. He arrived at Chernarus, landing in the Balota Airfield. He was greeted with CDF units carrying AKMs and wearing combat gasmasks. He was escorted to a military convoy. They hopped on and took the drive to Chernogorsk. He was tasked with handing out rations to the local populace. During his second week in the country, the city was attacked by massive amounts of infected. Amidst the chaos, he hopped into a Hatchback and drove into the nearby town of Elecktrovadsk. Today, he only strives for survival.