I was raised on a farm just outside Calgary. Since i could remember i had helped my daddy keep the land. Pops had sent me off to do a stint in the Canadian Armed Forces. A few years later pops had died from a underlying tumor. When i got out all i had left was the farm. The farm had fallen into disrepair. So i sold my family farm and left the farm in search of new horizons. First i went south through the USA and made ends meet through odd jobs and being a fire arms safety officer but it wasnt doing the trick for me so i travelled to Europe for a few years until i ended up in Chernarus.This place is beautiful .Everything was looking up until the day the virus got out. All i have left is my Military training and my witts. Hopefully i can find a group for security and a future.