Born to a pair of socialites in Paris, Luna's parents wanted little to do with their tiny spawned human. She was sent away by her parents to America shortly after birth to keep her existence hidden from their fellow Parisians. Raised in New York by an entirely too strict nanny, Luna rebelled at every turn against what she was taught. She held a firm refusal to participate in socialite activities in the city and often balked at her language lessons, often saying "Why bother learning a language for parents who aren't here?"

Luna went on to predominantly isolate herself from her peers growing up as she attended private school. In her eyes, the children were no better than their socialite parents, and all acted as if they were god's gift to the world. She applied herself well enough, wanting to solidify her education in order to be able to afford life for herself and escape the umbrella of her nanny and parents. Eventually her younger sister Astrid came to reside in the same abode and while Luna did what she could for the small girl, the call of an escape was too strong for her to ignore.

As soon as she was able, Luna enlisted into the military as a training field surgeon. By the time she was 26, she had managed to complete her training and was deployed where she could be of the most use, finally fully escaping the grasp of her overshadowed family. 

By September of 2021, she was stationed in Norway, assisting with the Quarantine Zones on rotation with other medical staff. She returned to her temporary home just before word of all the violent attacks started, shared communally with her partner both in life and career, [REDACTED], and a kind Norwegian family that had taken them in so they weren't required to live solely on base. Luna stopped dead in the doorway as she entered, the house eerily still. She called out and received no answer as her eyes struggled to adjust to the poorly illuminated interior. She closed the door behind her and as the lock clicked into place, a swiftly delivered elbow slammed into the back of her head, sending her to the realm of unconsciousness. 

As Luna came to again she found herself slumped in a corner of her bedroom, jarred awake by the sounds of screams ringing through the house. Her head spun as she righted herself against the wall, making her way to investigate after finding her phone removed from her person. The scene she uncovered had been unlike anything she had ever been exposed to before as she saw [REDACTED] slowly mutilating their Norwegian hosts. A scream arose from Luna, though, she herself didn't see it as the spinning in her head increased, sending her to the floor once more.

[REDACTED] greeted her as she awoke again, crouched before her with his bloodied hands draped over his knees.
"Rise and shine, little moon..."
His mouth curled up in a wicked smile as Luna scrambled to get away from him. She froze as her hands fumbled in something wet upon the floor. Sheer terror consumed Luna as her eyes slowly drifted to look and she found her hand drenched in blood, with the body of the man it belonged to mere centimeters from where her hand has landed. To say words flew out of her mouth would be an understatement. Luna screeched panicked curse after curse intertwined with pleas for her own life as she struggled to control her hyperventilating. 

[REDACTED] flashed her another toothy grin as his bloodied hands cupped either side of her face, holding her firmly in place as her wide eyes looked back at him.
"Tut tut tut, Luna... Why would I kill you? That's no fun, pet...
Hurt you?.. Yes.. Yes, only I can hurt you..."

And it was within that home that Luna remained trapped until the midst of November. It wasn't until a small horde of infected happened upon the isolated home at an oddly convenient time that she managed to escape his clutches. After wandering away from the far outskirts of Oslo, Luna has found her way to the region surrounding Nyheim, trying to distract herself as she tends to her still healing scars both physical and emotional.


Luna wandered right into the arms of doctors from the WHO and a hired military guard group, Northwinds Task Force. The doctors were all immediately very welcoming to her, with one Dr Godard being exceptionally so. He quickly took her under his wing, welcoming her as essentially a new hire (but lets be honest here, nobody was getting paid). She spent months with them, helping tend to wounded, and ensuring crops were grown to keep everyone in the grouping fed. At one point an altercation with Laskin occurred, leaving Luna with a 2 inch gash in her forehead which has now been related to her sudden emergence of infrequent short term memory issues. Not long after this, she left with her new partner, Yegor, to follow him in his pursuits. She was unprepared for the horrors of desolation she'd find in her travels with him, seldom encountering other survivors as they slowly walked neighboring countries. 

- A significant amount of scaring from the neck down in several areas from her two months spent in captivity. [Healed]
- 2 Inch scar on the right side of her forehead. [Healed]


Yegor Dobrow
 

Astrid Malin
 

Adam Clive
 

Alexandria Sheppard
 

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