My name is Einhardt von Holstein, I'm 24 years old by now and I've grown up in the northern part of germany in a old mansion which was owned by my family for almost 200 years, dating back when a last name like we have would put you upon the common people, which I certainly not am. As soon as I was old enough to go to school I've been send to some of the most well reknown elite schools of the country to get the country to learn from the best teachers this place had to offer. Growing up into my teens I learned my passion for hunting. I started to go out with companions to hunt down deers, bears and all kind of animals that were around and we were able to get a shot on. I took great pleasure in pulling the trigger, ending the life of my prey and even greater pleasure from the process of skinning and eating what I hunted down myself. The very most of my friends were from rich families which gave us the opportunity to travel to far away places and hunt more exotic animals. Me and a bunch of other well situated huntsman took a flight to Takistan to start a hunting tour from there. Once we had our fun in this country we went further on to Chernarus, decided to go for Canis lupus lupus, the middle russian forest wolf. The most imposing species that still existed. We were out there somewhere in the deep forests of the region, tracking down a pack of them. It took us weeks to get even a eye on those magificent creatures, weeks to long, since we didn't know what horrible events took place in the civilization during our stay in the woods. One day my fellow had vanished and I was on my own from this point. Life has changed, in more than just one sence, since it seemed to last even over death and decay. I barely left the woods since then.