Bio
Born in the zombie infested streets of Malton and given the name of the building I was sworn to protect. I fought, daily. Turning on those who would kill for fun after the unnamed dead were dispatched.
Escaping, I found my way to Liberty City. There I did the only the thing I knew how to, I killed those who mercilessly killed others. ‘The original anti-air’ they called me; until my talents were needed elsewhere by the British. Finding myself in 'bad company', I moved from battlefield to battlefield. Seine Crossing and Caspian Border were where I cut my teeth as a CQB medic, 'PTFO' tattooed across the back of my hand (although it's doubtful I'll ever forget). By the time I hit Shanghai and Zavod, I felt like I'd truly found my calling.
I remember the tinnitus, the shellshock, the explosions and the gunfire. I started to miss the peace, the sound of silence. But no matter how hard I've tried, I miss the rush, the conquest, the fight for citizenship.
So here I am, Redeemer at the ready, ready to fight.