Grant is a simple man. With no fondness of modern tropes or guidelines, he seeks his own fortunes in doing what he wants, as he wants. As a firm believer in personal freedom he lived in the mountains as a young boy, all the way up to his college years. After his parents had died and left him a decent sum of money they acquired through various trading of goods in the states, he left his home to set out for the perfect hunt. He began his travels, first backpacking across the Americas. He used his keen sense of survival he learned from his father, who learned from his and so on and so forth. (All to avoid the pesky cost and thievery of hotel chains.) After a few years on his feet, he decided it was time to take his lonesome soul elsewhere. Boarding a one way plane to Europe to start his journey anew. Now, In his late 40's, he found himself stranded in a Chernarussian country. Using his wits to not only help him survive starvation, but also to help him hunt his perfect game; the undead.