[b]Name:[/b] Ryder Thompson 

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Appearance:[/b] He is tall, and well built. The brutal, intense environment has worn him down, physically, and mentally, so that he not only feels, but looks, like an empty shell of a man. His light skinned body is covered in ripped jeans, and what now looks like a white tee shirt, even though it once was grey. His face is lost in memories, often wandering off as he walks droopily, dazed by what has happened to him.

[b]Equipment:[/b] His tattered clothes, and armed with a M1911 Pistol that he bought for the blood curtling death trap he was about to enter.

[b]Bio:[/b] he was his father's least favorite out of him and his older brother. Over the years he has grown to hate his sibling. He grew up in Chicago, with his mother, for a short period of time, his father, and his older brother. His mother and father worked, and when she died, only his father provided income for his family, and they grew poor. When he was 20, he left for Pennsylvania, to get away from his father, who treated him like shit, and his favorited brother. When he came back to visit, they were broke, almost homeless, and in dopier need of funds. Even the money Ryder did have wasn't enough to help them. That's when he made the decision to go to Baltimore, for the prize that might await, it might be the only chance he had to save his family.