Born in Espoo, Finland, Ralf was quite an exciteable boy in his youth, easily making friends with other kids while seemingly being a bit difficult to teach things to. He enjoyed simple things on repeat, despite not truly owning any learning difficulties or the like, though owned up to his mistakes and brushed up where he was lacking during his school years. When he became nineteen, he went along with the mandatory conscription service that Finland upheld, and went down the path of becoming a NCO. A year-long service in the FDF, he was eventually given the usual leave back into the average life, granted the militaristic discipline and the knoweledge of leadership, though Ralf found it difficult to adjust: He found a very fond interest in the military world. He signed on for Lebanon peacekeeping for a single year before returning back home. A year or two spent inbetween jobs, trying to find that glove that fit his hand, given that he was gotten more comfortable holding a rifle than a hammer and whatever tool in the passing two years. Eventually he found his solution elsewhere, moving abroad over to the US for a solution to his problems: A Private Security Company in America, and the attached leased contracts across the world, mainly guarding duties of people, goods and the like. A funny word that was rolled around was 'security consultant' even if he was just a glorified bodyguard in all ends. But he found he enjoyed this life, not that he had anything to bind him down in the first place.
Albeit, the regret would come in during the week the company got a tasking for South Zagoria. Whatnot presence of Nato, US or other goverment groups was usual what Ralf found unusual was the amount of researchers there were. Like a convention of science was taking place in the country. The days rolling through with his duties of watching over one of the smaller groups. Till the Day Z started to wind up. The strange reports from north, the gunshows of strafing aircraft and the line that was being pushed backward out of the country. In the next day, the call came from the leading group of the company in country to remove the individuals from the country due to the growing situation. Ralf had kept his ear to the ground and listening to whatever news came along. Though he soon learned the matter himself.
Almost frenzied individuals, screaming and bloody charged at the individuals of the village they were holed up in. Very clear on the intent of slaughter as they pummeled them with their bare hands, tearing at their being, biting and the like. An attempt to contain the situation was made, but failed, and as a result, Ralf and his partners wound up splitting as they sought their ways out of the village. They'd meet somewhere outside in a hour or two, once they were in the clear. Atleast, that was the plan. Only one of the people in his group showed up, the rest, missing for better or worse. Seemingly outnumbered, they hunkered down in a hunting cabin for the couple days, taking their time with the radios to try and hail the rest of their group, or anybody else for that matter, but were met with nothing else but static.