Kris was born into an abusive household with a deadbeat father and an alcoholic mother, so upon entering his teen years he rarely spent any time at home. He mostly enjoyed skating around the local neighborhoods with his punk friends, spraypainting, stealing, starting fights, and just causing unnecessary trouble. When he was 16 he picked up the habit of smoking cigarettes, and by 17 he moved in with one of his friends into an apartment in the city. Dropping out of high school was an easy decision for him; he hardly attended anyway. For the past few years he's been working various odd jobs to help pay the rent and keep himself from starving, while also making a hobby of photography. It distracts him from the daily misery.
Rough around the edges at times, especially when he hasn't had a cigarette for more than a few hours. He tries to be laid back and have fun, but under that he's just bitter, filled with anger and regret. His roommate gets sick of hearing Kris repeatedly say that "he wishes he could just be someone else".
How he/she came to the facility:
One day, as Kris was driving home from performing yet another odd job for a little bit of money, he passed by a power plant which he hadn't seen before. Slightly intrigued, but mostly out of pure boredom, he parked his car and stepped outside to take a few pictures. But just as he pressed the button to his camera, there was an explosion.