Born in Hamburg, Germany in 1993 to a military family, Klaus Vostter had always wanted to fight for world peace. He had always shunned his nation's actions during World War II and had considered himself a left-leaning centrist. He lived a happy middle-class life in his hometown of Hamburg and had always studied world history. As he grew up and went through high school, he always hated the subject of genocide. The Holocaust, The Rwandan Genocide, The Cambodian Genocide...all these subjects disgusted him. When it came to the Rwandan Genocide, he had always wished the UN had done more to prevent the fighting rather than staying neutral and not stepping in. Following his father's footsteps once he was of age, he enrolled into the German military. After serving 4 years in the German military being driven by his own emotions and values, he decided to apply to the UN to become a peacekeeper to help fight genocides and keep the peace in the world. Now a twenty-four year old male, he would be one of the two hundred UN peacekeepers that were sent to the research center in Miroslavl. Klaus had a basic knowledge of English and an intermediate understanding Russian. Though when his group of thirteen peacekeepers were sent with the other eighty-seven detached peacekeepers to Chapaevsk, he had began to feel less and less confident in his fellow peacekeepers and the overall knowledge of the infected they had been given. On their way to Chapaevsk, the one-hundred peacekeepers were shaken up by a horde of the infected that had been in the forest. After seeing numbers upon numbers of men die before his eyes to the massive horde, his legs felt weak. His stomach felt weak. He had a swimming-pool's worth of sweat coating his body, and his only instinct was to run. Ditching his bright blue UN gear like his vest, helmet, body armor, and utility belt he had used the treeline for cover and only used his knife to kill the infected that had focused on him rather than the screaming and gunshots. After a few days, the now AWOL peacekeeper had begun to find somewhere to hide as he was too scared to return to where the massacre of his fellow peacekeepers had occurred. He had to avoid Balota as he knew military action had been carried out through it and he headed North. The male ended up landing in Kozlovka, though he traveled further and further away from Balota day by day. Klaus had survived for so long thanks to his military training and his rational thinking. As time went on, he became a nomad that traveled throughout the remains of Chernarus in hopes to find his twelve men that he considered his true allies and those who would welcome him back to the group with open arms, as he knew the other eighty-seven would reject him and call him a traitor and a deserter. Klaus travels city to city, town to town, forest to forest, in hopes to find the twelve men he regrettably abandoned on that horrid July afternoon.