Name: Chris Speights
Age:20
Birthplace:Planet Manhatten, New York
Gender:Male
Height:6'3"
Weight:190
Previous Work: Cooperate Building Legal Assistant
Experience: A recruit in the relaxed server, flying a well armed Kingfisher.
Timezone: Mountain Time
S-KYP3: Crimsonblod
Chris was born in what used to be one of the high class families on planet. One day, his father just packed up and left. Rumors of scandal taunted him for years. He spent the remainder of his youth living in the poverty stricken slums of Planet Manhatten as his mother frugally slaved over every last credit. Growing up without a father made every day a battle.
Against all odds, a single event opened his heart to the world. He got up one morning, got dressed, and hiked out to his school. About halfway there a girl ran by, a couple years younger than him. He only knew her as La Niña. She ran past, rushing to school as she did every day. He kept walking, head down, face red. He passed an alley, and heard a scream. Three men were pushing La Niña around, demanding money, and other things. He froze, not knowing what to do. Who knows what would have happened if not for that officer writing parking tickets on the next block. Hearing the scream, the officer rushed in, without a single thought to himself, and stopped between the men and La Niña. After a few moments of silence, one of the men reached for his pocket, and everything went black. He came to on a gourney, looking out over the alley as he was loaded into the ambulance. He saw another gourney, with the officer motionless inside. Witnessing such an act of selflessness, turned him from Ghetto Rat, to Good Samaritan. For the rest of his youth, he couldn't walk by schoolyard injustice without placing himself between the parties, and trying to help the defenceless.
One day, with not but a photo in his pocket, and the clothes on his back, he set out to find his place in his world. Soon finding a job at a local coorperate office, he pushed papers day in and day out, 10 hours a day, 6 days a week. Slowly, his heart turned cold. Barely breaking the black line, he struggled for the next two years. One day, a light fighter patrol bound for the Alaska system was diverted to New York, in serious need of repair. Hearing firsthand accounts from the pilots, woke something long lost in him. The next morning, he packed up his bags, quit his job, and two weeks later he was bound for Basic Training. He hears rumors of his father in the Burgandy System, but they've stopped concerning him. He's going to be part of the Navy, helping defend the small traders, helping make Liberty go round.
