Wolf is the kind of person you can trust to have your back, at least, that's what his friends would say if they were around. A trustworthy and open fellow, he's always grown friendly to people and liked to talk and communicate with others, whether that be over a phone, in person, in any shape or form, he liked to talk. He grew up jolly and happy, one of those people you would get sick of because they always had a smile on their face. Well, he was normally one of those people. One of those people you'd get sick of because he was mostly happy all the time. Mostly. He's smart enough as well, nowhere near stupid when working with electronics, seemingly. His people skills seem a bit bad and awkward, but if you get past that, he seems like a good person. He's also very prideful, something to note. There are many secrets he hides to be unlocked.
What's his story?
Wolf was born in Essen, Germany in 1993 on February 13th, his life a rather average one up until he turned of age to join the Bundeswehr, first into the Heer, then into the Streitkräftebasis (Joint Support Service), specializing in radio operation and repair. Nothing was really to note. He didn't have many friends, nor enemies, during his time in service. He served for a few years, before resigning for a period of time to go take a break and relax. During this time, he had learned about Chernarus, although knowing about it a bit from geography classes, and it had started thinking about it again. Thinking on this, he thought about moving on his way to this place to take in the views of the landscape and countryside, which he heard are one of the most beautiful views in the continent. When he got there, he certainly had to agree.
The views, he thought to himself, are beautiful. They are something you can't simply look at through a picture, it's something you have to witness for yourself. He got caught up in the civil protests and the rising tensions, and was unable to escape in time for the infection to take hold, however. When the towns were raided to round up civilians, as soon as he heard about this, he had made his way off into the forest to hide from the raids. Unwanting to be caught up in the storm, he used basic survival and hunting skills to hide out in the area around South Zegoria, always West, before finally making his way back in after a sufficient time has passed, at least, he thought. And thus, his story begins.