((Send me a PM with your character sheet for approval.))<br/><br/>Name: Mark St. John<br/><br/>Age: 25<br/><br/>Appearance: He stood about 5' 10" tall with long flowing brown hair. Normally he has his casual clothes on that consist of jeans and a t-shirt.<br/><br/>Biography:<br/><br/>John was still a young man with much of his life ahead of him. His parents were out of the picture long ago when they both passed away in a plane crash while they were on vacation. If John had been with them, he would have been dead as well. John is a very humble guy but likes to joke around most of the time.<br/><br/>John used to live on the east coast where his family resides but he decided, when he was 14 when his parents passed, that he was to move west and see what opportunities were available to him. The beaches of the West called to John and he answered. Now John works as a Human Resources Manager at a local firm in California. John, although has a good job, has little money. He is currently working on his home that is in shambles.<br/><br/>John now lives in his half-built home constantly trying to rebuild and make this place his own. John needs help, not only from strong men to build his house he needs a lady to keep him in line.<br/><br/>- - - - -- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -<br/><br/>John awoke as the sun poured into his shanty windows. His bed was a cot, pushed into the corner where he would get some coverage if it had rained. The house he was living in was almost, inhabitable. A few trucks drove up and a few men got out with cups of coffee and their tools around their shoulders.<br/><br/>Shouting on his front porch to John " Where you at punk!" Shouted the contractor in a sarcastic manner. John poked his head out of the small bathroom and said " I'm almost out." John said retreating his head back into the bathroom.<br/><br/>John walked out adjusting his pants looking around at the work that had to be done today. John and his friends started laying drywall over previous holes and creating new walls for Johns home, so he could have it for shelter in the elements. The day past on as they worked hard. Now the day was done and John's home was close to being finished.<br/><br/>All of the contractors had left except for one. Anthony. He was slightly taller than John but just as lovable.<br/><br/>"Fingers said the shipment is going to be delayed" Anthony said taking a drag off a cigarette.<br/><br/>Johns smile stopped and he looked at Anthony. "Are you serious, that's all of our capital! Why did you wait to tell me now" John said as he stood up to leave to investigate.<br/><br/>"We took care of him John, relax, Fingers ain't missing any more shipments" Anthony said with an evil look in his eye.<br/><br/>John calmed down " did you get rid of it." John said rubbing his forehead.<br/>"Ya, of course" Anthony said taking another puff of his cigarette<br/><br/>John walked over to his took box and pulled out a hammer. He tossed it in the air catching it by the handle walking over, behind Anthony.<br/><br/>"Fingers was useless anyways, he was always late, always skimping off the top. . . " Anthony was blabbing, trying to justify for killing Fingers.<br/><br/>As Anthony was talking John swung the hammer striking him on the back of the head putting him on the freshly laid floor. Unconscious, John bludgeoned Anthony several more times standing up and looking back and the blood-spatter he had just made. John wrapped him up in canvas and took him to a junk yard, tossing him in the compactor. John drove away clean. Except for his floor, he would have to clean that up later.<br/><br/>Fingers stood at Johns house as he returned from disposing Anthony. Fingers looked to John with sincere thanks.<br/>"Thanks John, Anthony was a bastard, he got what was coming to him." Fingers said nodding his head.<br/><br/>"I know Fingers, I know. Go find us some women." John said patting him on the back.<br/>"I know you can do it" John said walking into his home and smoking a cigarette from Anthony's left over pack.