Scott Gennaro is a former LAPD detective who finally decided he needed a change. He hadn't always been like this--cold, distant, hardass. He came into the department like most rookies, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. He was eager to do his part to help protect and serve. He busted his ass and took his fair share of shit, but he somehow remained optimistic and eager to serve. He progressed through the ranks, each promotion a victory, but one that came with a cost. Every year the crimes of this city just seemed to get more reckless and senseless. Eventually, Scott was granted an opportunity to work as a detective, a position where he could really see what's happening and why. A detective position might be the place where he can really make a difference. After moving into the position, his optimism dwindle daily. The crimes just continued to get more heinous and for what reason? There was nothing that could justify the things Scott saw, the things that people were willing to do to others. He could only take so much before he slowly started becoming just absolutely disgusted with the human race. Conversations with people annoyed him, their presence was a burden. How could people do the things they do? Eventually that led to Scott coming to the realization that he wasn't the person he was coming into this gig. He fucking hated people. The innocent body count rises and for what? Selfish assholes. This wasn't what he was here for. Something has gotta change. He decided he wanted to try and find his joy in police work, where he can protect and serve and not just be a cynical asshole. He put in his notice and decided to just...go. No plan, no schedule, just...space and alone time. After traveling for months, he lands in San Andreas. He took a big breath as soon as he stepped off the plane and he knew this was the place. This place was calling him. This is where he needed to be.

-Played by StreetMagnet