A product of nightmares. After the loss of his family, wandering through the abyss of drink. Getting by, making do. Business as usual. At least until one haze of a drunken night, diverted by a former colleague. Appealing to his hardcoded professionalism and death wish, a job prospect: going into deep cover, infiltrate a radical splinter group of The Sunflower cult known as The Soldiers of Helios.
A natural talent with firearms, wading through a sea of blood and bullets comes easily. Haunted by the ghosts of the past and gross spectres of the future. Sloshing on, waiting for that bullet that would never come.