Age: 29
Height: 5"11
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Nationality: English
Backround:
Mason rose from Kingsmouth Island, an andrenaline shot and crack pipe hidden where the sun dosent shine helped him get out of his grave on the Kingsmouth Island Cemetery he never died and he never will a couple gunshots to the head never stopped him infact he had 4 bullet fragments stuck in his head from previous times. After digging fruitlessley for many hours he finally got out of his shallow and sloppily made grave, he climbed out and the sun glared in his eyes, he thought to himself "A police raid wont take me out, ive been shot at stabbed, axed, shotgunned down, drivebyed, overdosed and ran over but this wont kill me." he walked until he saw a boat parked by the dock... the keys were left in, Mason took a deep inhale from his crack pipe and ran over to the boat and kept going all the way until he was at a river over in Kentucky. He crash landed his boat after crack withdrawls becuase he finished his pipe mid journey and jumped out to find himself in rural Kentucky he took this oppourtunity to make a new fake identity not with a new name no, the same fucking name and somehow because of his connections to a dubious worker at the clerks office he went away with his ID as Mason Clark. Now hes been going on his rusty old motorbike for a week or two going around and making money from odd jobs and found a place to live after he fought his addiction once more until he was only an occasional crack smoker, West Point a place teeming with new oppourtunities a place fit for his new plans to live (mostly) legally and make cash the good old way.
Update on Tommy Clark, Masons son:
Tommy is now living his life out on Kingsmouth island as a not respectable businessman living in Kingsmouths very own police station because he was caught with over 15 stolen firearms in his possesion. Like father like son.
Height: 5"11
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Nationality: English
Backround:
Mason rose from Kingsmouth Island, an andrenaline shot and crack pipe hidden where the sun dosent shine helped him get out of his grave on the Kingsmouth Island Cemetery he never died and he never will a couple gunshots to the head never stopped him infact he had 4 bullet fragments stuck in his head from previous times. After digging fruitlessley for many hours he finally got out of his shallow and sloppily made grave, he climbed out and the sun glared in his eyes, he thought to himself "A police raid wont take me out, ive been shot at stabbed, axed, shotgunned down, drivebyed, overdosed and ran over but this wont kill me." he walked until he saw a boat parked by the dock... the keys were left in, Mason took a deep inhale from his crack pipe and ran over to the boat and kept going all the way until he was at a river over in Kentucky. He crash landed his boat after crack withdrawls becuase he finished his pipe mid journey and jumped out to find himself in rural Kentucky he took this oppourtunity to make a new fake identity not with a new name no, the same fucking name and somehow because of his connections to a dubious worker at the clerks office he went away with his ID as Mason Clark. Now hes been going on his rusty old motorbike for a week or two going around and making money from odd jobs and found a place to live after he fought his addiction once more until he was only an occasional crack smoker, West Point a place teeming with new oppourtunities a place fit for his new plans to live (mostly) legally and make cash the good old way.
Update on Tommy Clark, Masons son:
Tommy is now living his life out on Kingsmouth island as a not respectable businessman living in Kingsmouths very own police station because he was caught with over 15 stolen firearms in his possesion. Like father like son.
