Name: Devin Lienheart

Age: 23

Nationality: Forgotten (English)

Gender: Male

Area of birth: Northwesternish Russia (I guess)

Immunity: Yes

Profession: All-Purpose Survivor

Languages: English, Finnish

Personality: On the surface he may seem somber and deadly serious, that is the effects of pure survival, given time and a safer environment would lead to the revealing of himself. Devin can be very social and almost always willing to engage in conversation, although after a few years of no human contact his social skills had degraded by quite a bit. Devin is a huge team player always willing to add to the common good, even willing to sacrifice his own life if the need is dire enough. He has an aptitude for learning making him able to quickly pick up on new skills, yet the saying jack of all trades, master of none heavily applies to Devin who has never truly mastered anything.

Brief Bio: Much of his history has been lost, well at least the history of his people. All that was left were stories of a journey to cross the waters, although they did not say where their old homeland was or the reason why they left. What did matter then was the present, what mattered was to survive their hostile environment, so that’s what Devin did from birth. At an early age they were taught how to fend for themselves, from setting snares, to cooking, to even fighting one of the monsters with whom they shared their world with. They were mostly isolated from any other human groups, the only last known contact was back when the ancestors first landed from their journey, they called themselves the "Fins". Overtime the small population of Fins integrated with the group, and before long were considered family, they helped the ancestors greatly by showing ways to survive in the new lands. The Fins also brought their own tongue, while it didn't became the primary language almost everyone learned it after English.

The greatest weapon and main weapon they had were guns, one of the remaining knowledges that came with the ancestors. They used bolt-action hunting rifles, while fairly simple being made out of wood and iron, the .308 rounds fired were more than enough to take down most beasts and perhaps enough to punch through the hide of a troll. Of course ammunition was impossible to come across so they made their own, mostly by repriming spent bullets.

Life was hard needless to say, lack of security was a major problem among many others, still they managed to survive by staying on the move. They lived in compact tents, some old technology from the ancestors, in only half an hour they were capable of collapsing a campsite to continue traveling. This was Devin’s life until the age of 19, he broke off from the rest of the group to find metal salvage they could use, it wasn’t until later when he discovered that he had been left behind. When Devin returned to camp there was nothing left, it seemed that the group left although it didn’t make sense why. It had been years since then, and Devin was no closer to finding any answers, without others to support him it had been rough attempting to survive. Armed with his rifle, the biggest memory of his lost family, and the skills given to him had made it possible to continue.

Image or Description: He stands at a height of 6' 0", with about average build and blue eyes. He has somewhat long, scraggly, black hair and a full beard. He is Caucasian, with little color in his skin. He wears clothes made from animal hides, and a scarf fashioned from wool sheared from wild sheep.