Name: Micheal "Mike" Sanders 

Age: 24

Appearance: 
[hider=Mike][img]http://lumberjackfeud.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/1239546_165597253632187_834791281_n.jpg[/img][/hider] 

Has a tattoo on his back that looks like this. [hider=Tattoo][img]http://creativefan.com/important/cf/2012/02/back-tattoos-for-guys/celtic-cross-tattoo.jpg[/img][/hider] Ironic given his current situation.

Bio: Mike grew up a relatively poor, and by relatively I mean there was dirt worth more than him. School was never a big thing for Mike, he knew there wasn't any way to pay for college even if he was the best damn sportsman on the planet. So he drifted, taking odd jobs and wasting his money on booze and whores. His outlook on it was it was his life and there wasn't a big window for him anyway, why not enjoy it while he could? That's not to say he did anything bad, he just never did much good either. Neutral if you must. 

Eventually Mike got a job working for a lumber company and became a lumberjack. It was a nice job, lots of money, got more respect then just manual laborer, and he actually made some life long friends. However something wasn't right with his picture, something was nagging at him and he couldn't figure out what it was. He found himself thinking on it more and more until one day, while pondering what it was it bothered him, he didn't notice his chainsaw getting stuck in the tree he was working on until the chain broke. The chain basically shattered, most of it going in his arms but an exceptionally large length went across his throat. He never had a chance.