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Weight: 225 Hair: Brown Eyes: Green The son of a mechanic and a nurse he was born in a small town called Johnson City, Tn. Cane switched raised and dirt road poor he grew up in the second meanest place this side of hell, a community people simply called the hollow. Every day was a fight to live, a fight against poverty, then one day it turned and every day was a fight with the local kids. Nineteen years of busting heads and brawling turned him to the military. He thought that would be a way to better himself, escape the hell in which he lived and use the Montgomery bill to get an education. Then he found Delta Force. The baddest of the bad, meanest of the mean, trained killers that made Navy Seals look like babysitters. He instantly fell in love with this unit and soon found himself among its elite. Small arms, explosives, hand to hand combat, he knew a hundred ways to kill a man using nothing but his bare hands. Mixing lethal combat with an education in computer networking security he became perfect for those indiscreet missions behind enemy lines. As always time rolled on, he became numb to the killing, his country using him as nothing more than assassin. Even the thrill of the hunt disappeared, all he knew was the kill, that one instant where he forever stole all that a man would ever be. Yet he found his country was not as loving as he once believed. His usefulness outlived they sent a cleaner to dispose of this man they feared to release into society. The cleaner however was sloppy, unable to finish the job Griffen simply disappeared into the underworld. Dissolving into the shadows of corruption and greed, his skills always for hire, his morales corrupted by the government. In his mind Griffen Thorne died in boot camp all that remained was the cold blooded bastard known only as The Drifter. |