Construction WorkerAbilities & skills:
Speaks English and some German, proficient with a rifle, Equipment:
M1911 pistol, knife Background:
Micheal was born in 1926, just at the tail end of the Roaring Twenties. Being just a little kid, the Depression didn't affect him as much as the adults, though he was more than able to pick up on the strong undercurrents of stress and anxiety around his family home. He did what he could to help out, doing whatever errands a young boy could do to make a bit of money. Then war broke out in 1939, when Micheal was just 12 years old.
To him, it was simply another European War, though he paid it a passing interest for a while, before the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor in 1941, and the whole country seemed to shift its focus. His older friends enlisted in the army and he followed their progress as they fought and died in Africa and Sicily. Then, in 1943, he lid about his age to join the army, and was a part of Operation Overlord and the bitter fighting that followed through the French countryside. He survived, many did not, and it was not something he enjoyed talking about with his younger siblings or mother when he got home. His father though, he had been in the trenches 30 years earlier, and he understood. They never spoke about their experiences, but somehow, Micheal felt closer to his father than he had before.
With the end of the war, he did his best to settle down and build a life for himself. He managed to find a job with a construction company after a string of bad jobs, including bartending, mechanics aid and a plumbers assistant. He was more or less happy with his job, and made enough money for him to live comfortably in a small apartment in one of the slightly shady parts of the city. He was finally starting to think that his life would be back to normal, that the nightmares were finally gone. He was wrong.