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The Challenge
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Shepherd Grey
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Emotionally Exhausted, Calm, Stable
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1998-07-23 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    St. Petersburg, Florida, USA
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Mother- Julie Grey, Father- Francis Grey
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
    Tall, Lean
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Face- Small burn on the right cheek, multiple scars noticeable up close nothing too remarkable otherwise.
    Body, Legs, Feet- His body is covered in small abrasions, quite a few larger yet fresh scars and visible skin damage from frostbite, his legs in similar shape most likely from bugs and branches and his feet skin beginning to peel from the rough treatment of them.
  8. Equipment
    Canned food, Deer leg, medium sized knife and a notebook
  9. Occupation
    Past- College Student, Boxer. Present- Survivor, Hunter
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role




I’m not exactly sure how to start writing but I need to do this for myself. If anyone finds this notebook you’ll most likely think of it as the last thoughts of a sane man, however that’s not the case. I will try my best to write down what’s happened so far but the times, dates and exact details are beginning to blur themselves as the days drift past.


The town of Nyheim has finally granted me the pleasure of appearing within my view which is why I’ve chosen now to write this, the journey here was something that I cannot do justice with simple words, the scars that have graciously landed on my body tell the story just fine.


What I do remember is why I was in oslo, my father was an incredibly busy man with working the pipelines he rarely saw home, while yes I was living alone at the time my mother didn’t want to visit oslo or more believably fly alone so she allowed me to come along.


Her own mother was natively from oslo and unfortunately passed away from a type of cancer which again the name is lost to me, and I had recently lost my first professional boxing match while on summer break, I do remember going to college for a mechanical engineering degree albeit still in my first year, again when my mother asked I was on summer break which meant I would have plenty of time on my hands, plus it’s my mother, I’m not gonna make an excuse not to help her out during a rough time, how would I feel losing her you know?


At any rate we ended up over in oslo I’d say maybe close to a year ago, maybe two, I remember getting some sort of vaccine for another virus that was spreading however at the time it was just alphabet soup to my ears, another hoax that would never get further then it’s home country.


I for one will admit that I was fucking wrong, from what I can recall it happened incredibly fast, the governments in numerous countries tried to deal with this virus as quietly as possible, it was effective for a small time period but when the borders are closed and I have no way home? Then I start to fucking worry.


We were stuck in my mother’s inherited home when all this bullshit nonsense started, eventually we were forced to stay in doors but If I am not just remembering wrong there were these trucks spraying a misty maybe chemical of some sort? I heard through some web forums that it was a rendition of a vaccine although I couldn’t find them again if I tried because they were all taken down insanely fast.


*Briefly he places the notebook down while looking at the fuel gauge nearing empty he would be out of hot air and it was nearing dark, eventually he decided to pull the car to the shoulder of the road and abandon it, he was in sight of nyheim so the vehicle didn’t really matter. Grabbing his equipment which consisted mainly of canned food, an unskinned deer leg, a medium sized knife and his beanie he chucked the bag over his arm and placed the notebook on the car’s roof to continue writing.*


This point in time would fly by as if hours turned into seconds, we did the exact same thing over and over again until eventually my mother was taken by the local police and after extensive testing I was allowed to return home. All I can recall after that which might have been of importance was the reason I left oslo, I didn’t particularly feel like dying to be completely honest, because we got word that they’d be for a loss of better words, abandoning the city and simply razing it.


I hadn’t left the home nearly at all and I only heard of these crazed or infected fucks whenever the locals were dealing with one, but when I arrived at the quarantine zone I understood the toll of the situation, even on the way there I noticed houses that were once lively with kids laughing and the constant fighting of one married couple just completely barren. I thought back to the noise outside slowly dwindling and in hindsight that was the outcome of this virus, I cannot even describe how rough people looked at the zone, some were well fed, others were malnourished, those that looked sickly were outcast and potentially not even allowed within the zone.


I ended up being screened for the virus, poked with a few needles then allowed on a boat that was heading for new shores, the final destination was to be nyheim but after landing we traveled by vehicle and took a break once we reached the 50km mark.


I can’t really explain nor do I even have an excuse but my gut was telling me to leave and travel alone, which as you know already it was a painstaking journey and believe me, I understand how serious this shit is now.


Anyway it’s getting pretty cold so I’m gonna start heading for the city, if this never gets updated then all I can do is apologize and assume my fate, however if this gets confiscated and never returned then fuck you.


(I apologize for the low quality, I haven’t written a backstory or really anything in general for 4-5 months so I am a little rusty but I will most definitely make up for it with my rp, god forbid if I’m not at least a little better at that compared to writing ahah.)

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