Hello, my name is Zeek Leer, I´m 29 years old and I grew up in a small town called Lit. As a child, I did not always have it easy. My father was an alcoholic and my mother died when she giving birth. From my 6th birthday my father was so drunk that he starts to hitting me with his belt so hard that I got my scar. One day after school my homeless starts, I was around 11 years old. I jumped on the bus to my mother hometown, I did´t have anyone just me, myself and I. I moved in to an old cabin, and that´s was the begining of my hunting with knife and bow. After one years of hunting, I started selling, the fur from animals. With the money I earned I bought a mosin 91/30. After a while when my money starts to grow, the people in my mothers hometown was angry, mad and jealous of me because I was richer and richer of my hunting trophies. And then the shooting begins between me and the town, they was to many so I needed to take my things and run. So now I search for a new home far from my past.