Laila, Born to an Average family, albeit 'hippie like' in the manner in which she was raised.. Faith was what she came to know and love, a bible being the primary tool her mother had used while homeschooling herself and her brother; There were aspects to Laila's upbringing that some might peg delved in mysticism and almost druid-like understanding of the world around them..However, she and her family simply appreciate the bounty afforded them, by the grace of God
Before the fall of society, Both Laila and her Brother Mathias had armed themselves with a culmination of gear, bows, arrows, spears and yet no 'modern day' indulgences and set out of a journey for inner discovery, understanding and to obtain a closeness with the fields of the Earth they'd lost prior to the fall...
For all intensive purposes, Laila's life had been relatively quiet and humble, she once pressed into college taking a few courses in homeopathic / alternative medicine, simply out of curiosity and nothing more.. She lived in Norway, Sweden, Finland.. Traveled a great deal, pulling Odd jobs for the sake of survival alone - material possessions, simply, unimportant.
Then her Mother died..
Then society fell
this is the beginning of her Road in Chernarus.
Dedicated in the Wasteland:
August 6th... year? The year the world fucked us over...
"Mathias is hunting.. The ground is wet, the air is clear - We heard the pack move through the woods as we slept, heard their howls.. I don't even know where we are anymore - we've somehow traveled into this place and now? Well, it's become clear that wolves in a forest are less a threat than humans themselves.. When we hunt, we take all portions of the animal.. eat of it, wear it's fur and skins, grind it's bones for meal and arrows, honor God for it's life and sustenance there in.... but the people in this place...? It's like they've all gone insane.. I used to turn a cringed gnash of teeth toward the idea of people hunting /animals/ for trophy and not for the sake of survival but, the people here... they are hunting each other, for no benefit other than to feed some kind of urge within themselves.. They do it out of boredom.. out of spite... because it's fun?Evil abounds in a world without God..."
"In any case due to the severity of the actions we've seen thus far, Mathias and I both have decided we'll observe... calculate.. make attempts at contact with people, however briefly if the time arises it's needed.. With the amount of friends, of allies we've lost already, we've also come to understand every hunt could mean we won't see each other again.. This is life now. "