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Name: Rufus O'Hagan

Age: 39

Occupation: An Ex-Soldier of Her Majesties Royal Army, Private. Participated in Operation Granby in the Gulf War. His career with the army didn't last long as he was brought before his superiors for "purposely" firing at his allies, however there was little proof to convict him other than the bullet riddled corpses of his fellow soldiers. He was let go with a dishonorable discharge as punishment. Currently works in a Slaughter House, his job consists of inducing brain damage, bleeding and chopping up animals.


Personality: Rufus O'Hagan, a man who reveals very little about himself but will take an interest in another. So much so, people deem him "Creepy" and "Intense". When faced with a question about himself he loses focus and his mind wanders to disturbing thoughts that can only be categorized as perverse or insane. When faced conflict he simply stares into the eyes of the man or woman with a malicious grin.

Background: Rufus was born in a small town is England, close to the border that separates him from Scotland. He had an uneventful life as a child, a moderately poor family, a school of bullies and miscreants, an uncaring mother and an abusive father. When he came of age, he immediately sought out his fortune with the Army, signing up almost instantly after school. When asked if he had any family, he answered "No" and he was right, his Mother and Father had disappeared, no trace of their existence except memories of family friends, not even his home remained. Both his parents and house simple, disappeared only to be replaced by a few ashes. In the army he took a great interest in a young man called David Campbell. David came from London, leaving behind nothing, no family, no friends or a home. Now, Rufus' interest in this man was not of curiosity in his past, present or future life, oh no. Rufus had an interest in this man because, like him, he had no one that would remember him, he was a ghost and thusly, Rufus saw potential in him, a potential he could only previously see in himself. He confronted David, opening up and telling him his darkest desires, naively thinking that, because he had nothing to return to, he'd be just like Rufus. However, this was not the case, David was horrified and couldn't help but shake in terror as he listened to Rufus spill his gruesome secrets. He tried to run and getaway from Rufus, but Rufus knew all to well what had happened, he had reacted like his disgusting parents, horrified and terrified. So as he began to follow David, sprinting whilst grinding his teeth for believing that another like himself could exist, he swiftly decided that he had to demonstrate his last secret for David, showing him what happened to the last people who reacted as he did.

David disappeared and although there were investigations on his disappearance, they could not convict the one person, the ONLY person it could have possibly been.

After being Dishonorably Discharged from the Army, Rufus began applying for several jobs and after a few monthes of making several applications, he was accepted to the one place he could really belong, a Slaughter House.

Recent History: Rufus left his house rarely though if you were to step inside, you'd wonder why. His home was bland and boring, no television, no stereo, no computer, it was as if technology was a mortal sin within his home. His house was clean and pristine, no speck of dust anywhere, you'd think he was a germaphobic. Stepping into his kitchen, you'd upgrade your profile of him from Technophobe and Germaphobe to an outright Psychopath. The walls covered with hanging knives of all shapes and sizes and the counters clean but heavily damaged by deep cuts in the wood. The furthest wall from the door was a very large, walk-in freezer. When the outbreak occurred, Rufus was confused about it all. He pondered the idea of walking undead devouring it's prey and smiled at the senseless slaughter of his fellow man, then his eyes widened, his fists shook with what would seem to be anger but to him it was pure ecstasy. He shot out of chair and cried out to the heavens in thanks and praise for such a gift, he could kill and never be stopped! He ran to his kitchen and danced gleefully, stroking his blades and giggling manically, finally something more challenging than a dumb animal! However, as he stroked his freshly sharpened tools he cut his finger and hissed at the pain. He looked down to his finger and thought to himself "These walking abominations will also be trying to kill... Me." He rubbed the cut with his thumb and hummed, deep in thought. "Perhaps... Assistance is in order." With that, he packed a bag, carefully laying his "Tools of Destruction" in his bag then carelessly throwing in his provisions and clothes after and set out the door.

As he stepped out into the panic striken streets of fleeing civilians, he grinned to himself and looked out to the direction they were fleeing from. He rolled his shoulders and twisted his neck then sighed with satisfaction before walking towards the chaos and mayhem, the sound of his precious tools jingling in his bag like a Christmas song of blood and chaos.