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Erik Hederberg
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Date of birth
    1996-07-17 (23 years old)
  3. Place of birth
  4. Nationality
  5. Ethnicity
  6. Languages
    Swedish, English & Some French
  7. Religion
    Norse Pagan


  1. Height
    181 cm
  2. Weight
    67 kg
  3. Build
    Skinny, malnourished
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes


I was born in Stockholm Sweden and moved frequently spending time both inside the city and a lot on the countryside due to my family owning a few summer estates and the many moves, this left me with only a few really close friends and making me a big family man since I had to spend more time with my family than my friends. I got especially close to my much younger siblings who i’ve not seen in many years unfortunately

I later joined the Swedish Armed Forces learning everything from shooting a rifle, surviving in the wild and emergency medical treatment. After my year of basic training me and a couple of friends decided we needed a long vacation so we went to Georgia of all places… we arrived just before the outbreak started to get traction and we got stranded as the entire region got overwhelmed

Georgia being so close to Turkey was full of Zombies and such were crawling with them. Me and my friends decided after the major cities got overrun to escaped north towards the mountains of the Caucasus. We had to fight our way through the streets both from other survivors and zombies, one of my friends got lost in the panic and we never saw him again. Me and 3 others continued pushing north as we hoped that the Russia was strong enough to hold against these monsters.

We reached the caucasus but well there we got chased by a big host of zombies which forced us to climb high into the mountains, without any proper gear, food and other resources we soon starved, searching for scraps one day a big snow storm struck the mountains and we got separated from 2 of our friends. My only remaining friend Thorsten and I found some sort of rock formation and stayed there and huddled against each other all night hoping it would end, the following morning I woke to a beautiful sunrise over the mountains and as I went to wake Thorsten I noticed he was dead, my last friend was gone. I just kneeled and started crying but the crying changed from a sobbing into a rage and soon I ran through the mountains screaming and cursing all the gods there was for leaving me to die there… I lost myself but managed to get by and live… somehow.

These days are fussy as I had lost my sanity completely, I remember killing animals by making crude traps, weapons and laying in ambush. I even started praying to old gods I only heard the stories of in the history books… mostly Loke since I got convinced it was his work the zombie outbreak, only a god of his sort would come up with something evil like this...

Eventually I somehow ended up in the south of Russia and wondered through the countryside until I eventually ended up in Chernarus...


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