Dossier
Height: Five foot, eleven inches.
Weight: 166lbs.
Age: Twenty-nine.
Build: Wirey.
Hair: Black, kept buzzed.
Eyes: Brown.
Bio
Conrad used to be an Architect. One of Wing City's middle-levels. He was talented, but lacked the drive to be the best. Until he started designing "orbital-strike proof" housing. How many of buildings got crumbled by the invasion of the week and given him a drive all his own. He was so confident in these buildings, despite everyone telling him it wouldn't work, he moved himself and his fiance into one.
Turns our geometry and good buildings practice, along with exotic materials, don't actually stop orbital strikes from super-cruisers.
He got out, barely. His bride-to-be wasn't so lucky, trapped under nearly half a ton of rubble, burned alive by unchecked flames. He tried to save her, but it was no good. It's hard to get a rescue team to one house while an invasion is still going. Nobody cared. If anything they said he deserved it for his arrogance and recklessness. His life and career were over the second the explosives hit Terra that day.
He wandered for a long time. Using the wages he'd saved for a Wedding Ring, and the death benefits from his fiance. When those were all gone he shuffled underground. Out of site, out of mind, and away from the mocking.
The reception he received in the Slumwalks was something he didn't expect. People applauded his attempt at beating back the destruction invasions caused. People mourned for him and his wife. People seethed with rage at his tormentors, just like he did. Everyone down there had lost something, just like him. A few had even tried to stand up to the system, just like him. These people understood.
He fell in to the bitterness, and entitlement very quickly. He joined the TTG within his first month, and has never looked back.
Almost never, anyway. In his spare times he builds sandcastles. No one would know it from looking, but they resemble his OSP-house. Often with additions and changes to the design to make it "better". To make it into something that could've saved his love.