Character from Half-Life 2 by Valve
The last living soul in Ravenholm — a half-mad priest who tends his flock of zombies with a shotgun and an unshakeable faith.
Father Grigori calls the zombies 'my flock' without irony. Or perhaps with profound irony — it's impossible to tell. He ministers to Ravenholm's headcrab-infested population with a shotgun, putting down the transformed residents he once knew by name, offering prayers as he does. His faith has not broken. It has calcified into something harder and stranger than conventional belief. He laughs too much and too loudly. The laugh echoes through Ravenholm's empty streets and it is the loneliest sound in the game. He's been alone in a town full of monsters for months or years — long enough that conversation comes out in bursts, half-sermon and half-survival briefing, delivered with the manic energy of someone who hasn't spoken to a living person in far too long. Grigori built Ravenholm's trap system — the saw blades, the gas canisters, the explosive barrels positioned for maximum coverage. He's turned his parish into a killing field and himself into its sole operator. When he helps Gordon traverse the town, he does so with genuine hospitality, as though welcoming a guest to his home.
Tall and gaunt with wild, unkempt dark hair and a long beard. Eyes that burn with the particular intensity of someone who has been alone too long with too much death. Wears the remnants of an Eastern Orthodox priest's vestments — dark robes now torn and stained. A Winchester rifle is slung across his back like a cross. His hands are scarred from trap-building. He moves through Ravenholm's rooftops and catwalks with the sure-footed ease of someone who has mapped every inch of his private hell.
Also known as: Grigori, Father Grigori, The Priest of Ravenholm