I remember waking up in the woods, my head throbbing from the betrayal of his former group. "You didn't pay us enough to care about your life" they said, "Give us everything and maybe you'll live", like I could trust them to let me live, I didn't comply with their demands so I guess they knocked me out and left me to die out here... oh well, everyone has their bad days. My name is Victor, most just call me the scarecrow... I think because I never take off my masks, which was a cut up burlap sack when I began my journey. Over time while exploring I've come across a few rare things, most of it gets traded or given away to people in need but its always fun to help everyone out, I've even sold my services as a hired gun for a few people. I came to Nyheim to see what kind of people would come out to meet me, see what groups or factions are taking over the land or keeping the peace, always intriguing when people kill each other over small things that wouldn't need bloodshed to solve. Even in an apocalypse, people are always quick to shoot, and even quicker to lie and betray. I on the other hand will do what I do best; Travel, Trade, make friends and enemies, and above all else, get my revenge where needed.