Daryl von Krieg. A young man which was on holiday in Chernarus with his family. They had booked a Cabin at Holiday Camp Gordyy, and came for the sightseeing of the famous castles located in Chernarus. It wasn't long untill they heard the first rumours of a Flu, an epedemic running rampage over Chernarus. They tried to contact the local police, which could'nt offer them much information or help. The family was told to stay put, and that everything would be under control soon. Unable to leave the camp, Daryl, his brother Mike, and their dad did all they could, wait. It has been several days, and Daryl did feel like something was off. The surrounding area had gone.. much more quiet. The sound of cars and bikes on the road has faded. Some families even disappeared from their cabins overnight. The next evening, the brothers sat by a campfire while their dad went to the woods next to the camp to get some firewood. It was here that they heard their fathers agonizing scream. The brothers ran into the woods, looking for their father, only to find his body lying on the ground,his hands clutching a wooden log while its belly was torn open and its guts removed. Next to their dead father lay another man, yet a man that seemed deceased a few days earlier already, yet with fresh blunt force trauma to the head. Did their father kill this man? What was going on? Mike immediatly took Daryl with him, to the local authorities, only to find that their post had been abandoned. All they found was a note, Order 62, Quarantine. All borders closed. Thats when it hit Daryl and his brother. They were alone.. Stuck in Chernarus, with whatever was going on. The brothers stuck together for as long as they could. Finding out more and more about what happened, Seeing these 'People' Eat eachother, learning that they get attracted to noise. Food wasn't around that much either, they had to work together, salvage, scavenge and hunt. Weeks went by without finding a single soul to speak too. For every 'Human' that they would encounter, was trying to kill them. But when they finally met a group of people, it wasn't what they expected. Chernarus thought him how to survive with his brother, day after day. It was a typical Muscle and the Brain situation, Mike, the older brother being the Muscle, and Daryl himself the brain. Mike thought Daryl everything he needed to know to survive outdoors. And Daryl would need to remember this information, for when they finally did meet people who were alive, they tried to take everything they had from us. His brother, being the muscles, wouldn't stand for it, and without thinking he charged at these robbers and tried to overpower them, telling Daryl to run. It did him no good, Daryl could hear the gunshots and the screams from his brother while he was fleeing and hiding. He knew now, that he was all alone, and that he had to take care of himself. For months Daryl sticked to the woods, making camps, tracking beasts and hunting them for food. This is exactly what kept him alive, and he made a trade out of it. An important trade, for food was always nessicairy. Even tho his experiences with humans weren't that great in the past, he would still try to trade food for anything that could keep him going. That is, after carefully observing whoever he wanted to trade with from the Shadows first. Daryl found out that people aren't that bad if you observe them, and offer something they really need. After a year he formed a group called, the Huntsmen of Eden. Their goal, hunting, and helping people. Yet a group doing that well, that much good attracted unwanted attention. And thus the group had to become a nomad settlement, moving from town to town, surviving, hiding from people wanting to control them, and their food supplies. In the end however it were not the bandits that put Daryl out of Order after staying alive an ashtounishing 598 days (ingame Hours), but a femme Fatale, A former girlfriend. Daryl his first experience with love, had killed him. or so she thought... (this is a short version of my character on an old server, a few years back) Or so she thought, for after Daryl was shot, and the huntsmen dragged his body away, no one had ever seen this man again. Untill today, when a poor soul looking for shelter in the woods, found a now grown up man, sitting by a fire in a shed between the trees. Who revealed himself to be, Daryl von Krieg. A name, that did not yet mean a lot, to man looking for shelter, but Daryl, not having had human contact in years, was happy to share his story over a shared meal, a freshly hunted boar.