I was born west of Novigrad on the takistani border. From a young age I was always interested in the way of the lord, and would study scripture often. I had a normal life until the apocalypse. We stayed safe through banding up with other towns nearby for protection. At the age of 21 a true horror struck me. Hordes of takis came running at us and pillaged our town. Strangely enough they seemed to be in a hurry as if they were fleeing. I was shot and wounded, as I watched them come through and massacre my family, friends, and livelihood. This did not last long however, as a man wearing a crusading helmet showed behind them in our gates. It was magic as I saw him mow down the takis without problem. 5 minutes later 246 dead takis lay on the ground, all killed by the man with the helmet. He came up to me, the last survivor of our town and said this "You are the future, Deus Lo Vult". After saying this my wounds were healed, and he bestowed upon me a helmet the same as his. He told me to take this and praise the lord, and to shoot down any heathens who deny him, particular pagans and non believers. With this I felt a rush through my body. I felt as I never needed to eat again, and that my stamina was limitless. He then walked away, back to do more work in the name of the lord.