I was raised in an oprhanage in sweden and have been searching for a place called home for a very long time. I have joined different armys one my journey and got backstabbed by who i tought was friends. I have been in different groups to make a living and survive. I almost got killed by my best friend and now im roaming on my own and im kinda tired of trying to be honest and kind to everyone because i only get shit thrown back at me. I came to a new place called Nyheim trying to make it here even tough it is rough and tough. But failure is not an option for me. I will try til my last breath. I have always dreamed of a big family who takes care of one another. I hope to find it some day here. I met one guy on my journey whom im been calling "my brother" i dont trust many but those who i trust my loyaltie lies. Do not sneak up on me you just might get a shot coming your way