Name: Rick Lazar
Role in the Gang: muscle
Weapons: M-6 Carnifex, M-7 Lancer
Powers: Adrenaline rush, Incendiary Ammo
Description: 5'10'' Red hair, Lightly muscled, Scar on his cheek
Background: Earth had much to recover from in the coming after the reapers. There were vast reaches of the earth that now lay under no law and no order. This is where he grew up, in a small town where no one had really cared about before the reapers and even more so after. Gangs were rampant and he did his best to steer clear of them all his life, most of anyway as he'd find out. He never had any problems with them before, though today was different. They were looking for someone disposable and they'd found just the someone. They used him in a transaction for drugs, killing his family, and selling him as a slave. They thought they had broken him, and he had received his scar from his many beatings. He was just waiting, and that time soon came. They had trained him to fight other slaves, and this is how he had escaped. Killing the guards, and started to go after the gang that had enslaved him. He hunted them down one by one, and he enjoyed every second of it, slowly becoming overcome by a blood lust. He now searches for a new place for home, and a job that will sate his lust for blood. Hearing of a gang that is looking for recruits he heads there, looking for nothing as he goes.