Grant Malakan
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I was born in 2012, the year of the Dragon, on the 19th of January in the middle of England. My childhood was pretty uneventful just a regular kid with pretty regular parents leaving home at 16 , with what little money I had earned I decided to buy equipment to be able to join a group of mercenaries ,Full Motion Violence that were going on a human aid effort to help find a cure to the weird “zombie” virus that was happening in the remote Russian island of Chernarus, this was due to my compassion for other life and . This is where I met 2 of my current gang members Markgo and Streloki on entry to the island our plan was shot down just over the Balota airfield by some thinking that it would contain U.N. goodies. Us along with a couple of others were the lone survivors splitting off into 2 different groups due to fundamental differences on what we wanted to accomplish with our time on the island, after making sure our deceased allies would come back as enemies we went our separate ways “this is what they would have wanted” we all thought, this sadness loomed over the group for a while along with the idea that we were stranded unless we could find a plane to get us off the island or contact the main HQ. We spent the next year building a place for ourselves on the island and trying to help those in need while taking down those who prayed on the needy,we got tricked a great many times by people acting innocent slowly turning us hostile to anyone but ourselves . After roughly another year we found one half of a cure while trying to repair a radio station, telling us we needed to go to “Panthera” somewhere none of us had ever heard of. After a month of trying we finally get through to main HQ and we get an evac without any problems. While on the plane back to England we told them of what we found. The leaders we shocked as the incident there was meant to be top secret as that’s where the virus eliminated. Ah I’m probably boring you aren’t I…… well to cut a long story short we went, got the second part of the cure and came home. Due to the government wanting all the credit we were killed off when our HQ “accidently” caught fire while having a celebratory party with all those inside been shot if they tried leaving fortunately we were late due to me not being able to tie a tie and traffic. With Me, Markgo and Streloki been wanted men we decided to stow away on a plane to Altis which has a no extradition treaties with any nation and also my cousin, Babou, had moved there to be a police officer a few years prior, he was able to secure us some citizenship papers from the government. When we arrived we quickly got in the grind of mining salt processing it and selling It to live after acquiring an old Zamak transport truck for a very cheap price from a retired copper miner looking to get a bit of money for his retirement. When we saw how much drug lords were making we decided to get some training from the island rebels against the governments rule so we could use rifles to protect ourselves while running drugs ourselves. After a short while on the island I ran some civs and police over while on the run from police for selling drugs to a dealer the police were watching ,this would result in a pretty hefty fine or even jail sentence which I just couldn’t afford, this landed me in even bigger trouble having me transported to an offshore facility for 2 days but with the advancements in time dilation it felt like 2 years it was then decided as this was accidental and no one was seriously injured I was allowed to continue and the island. But then a short time later I skipped out on my medical bills after being in a gunfight they held me in an offshore for 7 months. Now I’m back along with my squad ready to start anew on the island looking to make a place for ourselves. This has been the story of Grant Johnson so far.