Gregoire of the Deep Woods
“Sure, I howl at the moon. It’s good for the soul.”
Gregoire once did battle for his king in one of the many great wars against the northern kingdoms. Though he began as a lowly footman, his prowess and natural talents (and unwavering luck) brought him much fame and glory. He refused elevation as a knight, however. His only wish was to return home to the girl he had left behind. Yet, the war had been long, and the girl’s family had married her away. The loss of one so dear, the memory of whom had kept him going throughout the war, twisted his mind in an unusual way. Gregoire ‘went feral’ to a degree, and became a hermit, choosing to live far from civilized lands in the deep woods. He’s no werewolf, as some have thought, but the hardship of living day to day became the only thing keeping him alive. But now, with the zombie threat, he has returned to living lands. Where is more difficult to survive than in an undead-choked city?