Born into a lodger's house in 1990, Eldwin grew up fast to adapt to the wild woods near Walker. The nights were long and the days short in his youth, scarcely remembering any of it. The log-cabin he had lived in was decades old even when he entered the world. The mother was a frantic frail woman whom was ill more than not, the father hailed from Denmark and spoke little English. He picked up asatros from reading the translated books from his father's collection. The father solemnly talked to Ed and the mother busy looking after the garden. Ed loathed the attention given to the plants and not him: Aging him to be a quiet non-talkative lumberjack, like his father. On his eighteenth name-day he decided that splitting wood wasn't the only thing in this world, thus traveling East. East to where the world ended and the sea lept into the abyss. He traveled the states hitch-hiking all the way to the port-city Norfolk. He worked as a harbor worker for the next few months gathering funds to travel further East. The constant barrage of fishers' boats had acquainted Ed to the sound of grumbling fishermen fumbling with their cages filled with fish. The vessel he traveled in was called "The Last Winter", it bore rust along its under-curves and bowed with barnacles. The trip was nauseating and long. He arrived in France, Royan a month after departure from Norfolk. Though in a new land, it felt different, the architecture Gothic and the people friendly. He continued his was East until caught in the mess that is Chernarus. Trapped and no way out, he decided that if this is the place that he was destined to be, it ought to be a place he could call home.