Born the year of 1988 in central Oregon, the smaller rural city of Lebanon, Brienne Mayhew was always a bit of a tomboy. She was born to Casey and Danielle Mayhew, an ex-marine and a farm-girl respectively who were re-united high school sweethearts. From a young age, Brie was taught to help those in need, to always think of those less fortunate and to survive. Always survive at all costs. Growing up, she lived for her father’s stories from his career overseas. She made a vow that she was going to fight for her country too.
In her early life, Brienne was always the one to protect the bullied, Her father and mother teaching her that if you get in a fight, you best make sure you’re on the good side, and you best make sure you win. Her life was full of experimentation, interest in what really IS the good side, and farm work. She had many on and off partners, though her romantic prospects always ended up falling short, disappointing her, or giving up on her due to her difficulty socializing. She was not one who really understood how people worked without a mental list of goals and the tasks needed to accomplish them.
At the age of 18, In the year 2007 she enlisted in the Marines, following in her father's footsteps. Her father told her that her mindset would fit in well with the Marines, and boy was he right. She finally felt at home, sitting with people that shared her mindset, her driven need to accomplish her goals and the willingness to be relied upon and rely upon each other. She excelled in boot, earning quite high scores at the San Diego base, much to the surprise of most who underestimated her state’s normally lax reputation. She knew now what she wanted to do.
After only about a year, she ended up enlisting in the 2nd Marine Recon Division, Heading out almost immediately to do small unit battlefield recon and situation prep for the Marines on the ground. She had the time of her life during her tour, bonding and operating with her brothers in arms. She had no lack of jobs to do, nor challenges to overcome, and she had a great amount of control in her life. Over her tour, she and her team shaped the battlefield and advised of what were hostile targets and what were civilian targets, in her mind managing to save unnumbered lives with guiding accurate surgical strikes and detailed notes for direct action.
After five years in the Recon Battalion, Brienne was ready for a change, She had tired of Afghanistan and she was not the type to let herself get comfortable in a job when there was more to learn and more to do. She laterally moved in late 2013 to the Marine Raiders, under the command umbrella of SOCOM. In the Raiders she worked on countless operations protecting people of interest or working behind enemy lines to scout or destroy enemy assets as well as extract entities. She worked with her team for three years, rising up the ranks until early 2016 when she was deployed into Chernarus as a covert team for diplomatic protection of the US embassy and ambassador there in the uncertain post-war times while tourism was booming.
In July 2017, The diplomats were suddenly pulled out as the NATO troops entered the country and the outbreak spread, Brie and her team were reassigned to provide recon and battlefield prep for the Marines operating in the Elektrozavodsk area and radiating outward. It was total hell but they did fairly well, the team remaining cohesive and professional in the now falling apart world. So far from home and unable to return, hearing only the snippets of tales when news could come, they eventually resorted to just doing as best they could with limited orders, then just protecting what civilians they could in a small series of buildings in the country.
Finally, In September, early as far as Brie remembers, though by now the exact date was one she tried so long to forget that it’s become somewhat muddled.. A group of survivors came running to the little safe compound, trailing a horde of Zeds the size of which, Brie had never seen.. She and her team, along with those living there who could use a weapon still were vastly overwhelmed. Fearing for their lives, the people in the little outpost panicked and only made matters far worse.. By the time the dust settled days later and they sat finally to rest, many of her team were downed or had been bitten far before, they finally escaped the zeds after one last fight in the middle of the night with two turned squad-mates, Brie and the last two of her team all had been bitten. They knew it was only a matter of time. They by now had encountered the 1% that were immune, though none really thought they would be it. They slept facing each other, one eye open, pistols readied.. Brie woke up to a struggle, the two were scratching and tearing their way out of their sleeping bags, she felt no different. With a sigh of relief and a deep shuddering cry of grief, she ended the last two with two short reports of her pistol.
Now a shaken woman, she took their last radio and last battery, calling for an extraction. Miraculously, she got through after some days of trying to reach anyone. Extraction was confirmed in the coastal town of Svetlojarsk. She made her way there, waiting patiently, turning the radio on for thirty minutes during the specified time, then after two weeks, the book-ending few hours, in case they had missed the time.. A week after that, she had barely any power left.. She started radioing all day, every day.. On the hour she would rotate through the channels and try something.. ANYTHING.. No help was coming, no extract was coming. Brienne never would give up, but she came to the realization that this was no way to survive. She went to ground, she used every tactic and ounce of training in the military and lessons her parents taught her. She hid, grew her own food, roved from place to place and avoided people as best she could and salvaged, always looking for anything that would get her out of this hellish place.