Andrew Chips (Bastard)

Weight: 125

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Morning Star

Runner Song:

Bio: Lets talk about the man they call the Bastard, and my readers this is very appropriate name for this killer and so called runner. He is cranky, mean, and just down right nasty. This man has a serious chip on his shoulder and he has taken his anger out on the world and anyone who dares to get in his path. Bastard has been in operation for many years and has seen the worst the nation can throw at him, though this does not give him the excuse to slaughter anyone who he deems to be his enemy. Bastard is a street level runner and does not have a single professional bone in his body, this man is only happy when he is bringing pain and suffering to his foes, though even after he kills his curmudgeon nature still does not allow this man to be content; the Bastard complains about having to clean his victims blood and brain matter off of his shoes.

       This man prior to being a runner was a shop keeper, family man and grandfather and all that changed when everything he ever knew was destroyed and his family was brutally murdered by the native forces during the nights of blood. This man didn’t take this sitting down and he took to the streets as a vengeful hunter and would murder anyone who even looked of native decent. He would never accept surrender and he would never show any mercy, the Bastard would even crush the skulls of the infants under his boots. This man terrorised most of the South West during those early days. He would rip children from there parents and slice the child’s throat and then crush the parents heads in with his spiked baseball bat, even being decreed an outlaw and murderer didn’t stop the Bastard from his warpath and this man would drive around in his black Cadillac with only murder on his mind.

        He would eventually enter the world of the shadows once contracts started becoming available for Native targets, and this meant that Bastard could get paid for his brutal killings and that would bring a smile to this man’s face. Though it would never last and with each subsequent murder his legend grew and his soul would vanish till what remained was the man we have to deal with now, a true Rat Bastard. The Bastard avoided arrest by never sticking around in a single place for very long and this was how he eventually ran into the Showman and the rest of the Devil Rats. He was travelling through Utah after slaughtering a family of natives for no apparent reason and stumbled upon the Rats while they were engaged with a Native boarder patrol just outside Salt Lake. The Bastard saw this as an opportunity to spill more blood and this warmed his blacked heart, after the battle and a very tense stand off between the Rats and the Bastard; the Showman just extended his hand and said “Good Show, my good man.” and extended his hand offering him a place inside the fabled Devil Rats. The Bastard has worn the colours ever since that day and this man fits in perfect with this team of Rat Bastards, and even though the Showman is the leader the Bastard is the true King of the Rat Bastards.

         Now through the years the Bastard has slipped away into the shadows and his rage has seemed to be sedated, that was till the UCAS decided to rid Seattle of the infestation known as the Patriots and runners and reclaim control over the troubled city. The Bastard didn’t appreciate this and he didn’t agree with the UCAS alliance with the NAN. He heard the call from the Showman and the Devil Rats where back together once again and this time they where focused on the UCAS and the Bastard went back to work swinging. This man’s anger has been restored and he like the rest of his ilk have chosen their side in this war, these men have sided with the enemy and are fighting against everything we as a nation stand for.

        The Bastard is back in action and this means that the bodies will start piling up and he does not discriminant everyone looks the same with their skulls and faces shattered and to him blood is blood as long as it is pouring into the gutter he does not care if it’s man, women or child. The bothersome fact is the Bastard like the rest of the Devil Rats are considered Guardians of Seattle and have been given city sanction to do what they do best and thats cause pandemonium, keep the morgues full and watch the world burn. The Bastard has been seen on a number of times communicating with members of Seattle Police Department and the Mayors Office, he has also been herald a hero by the Senate.

        When it comes to the Bastard do yourself a serious favour and avoid him at all costs, he is as cold as liquid nitrogen, and as mean as a barghast. He will not think twice about splitting your skull open or gutting you like a fish. He is not a hero, this man is a murderer that has waded through rivers of blood, he has no soul and his humanity is long gone. He might have been a product of the time, but for the Bastard he took his frustration, anger and grief to far and has become nothing more then a soulless killing machine.

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