Name: Ryan Gillad<br/><br/>Age: 32<br/><br/>Gender: male<br/><br/>Race: human<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/><br/>Other: He was a young man when the war started. Not privileged in any way. He was imprisoned  a few years ago for attempting to steal medicine for his dying sister. She died while he was in prison and he escaped, now he lives where ever he can. He hides in the shadow and at this moment in time is very ill, but can't risk applying for a medical grant as he is a figurative.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ryan watched as the alien ship landed... last time he'd seen aliens had been in the war. He coughed, blood coming up with it as he did. wiping his hand on his trousers, he waited for the guards to be distracted. Once they were he snuck back into the catacombs using a whole in the cave walls, he bit down another cough, it would have echoed. Watching he followed the aliens once they had been escorted and the guards had left Ryan knocked carefully on the door.<br/>He had heard these aliens were kind... maybe just maybe they'd be able to help him... before they answered the door he blacked out, starvation, lack of sleep, stress and his illness proving to much for him to bear any longer.