Where to start. Freddie has been on earth way to long for his own good. He is a heartless asshole. But, he was an ass way before he was ever a wanderer, it just got worse over time. He tends to not care about anyone or anything. He has a hard time controlling his temper, the simplest things may set him off and you don’t want to be caught in the mix when he gets angry. He could careless what others have to say and a lot of the time he doesn’t listen, which tends to get him in trouble. He is very outspoken and will say what he thinks and he is brutally honest if he doesn’t like you he’s going to let you know. Oh, and don’t bother asking about his past…he won’t tell you and you’ll just piss him off.

[Fredrick Griffith was born on April 10th 1954 to his loving mother and his devoted father. Fredrick was the second born to his family. With an older brother and a few years after him a younger sister, he had the perfect little 1950s family. His parents owned a restaurant, they weren’t rich but they had a comfortable amount of money. Freddie’s parents spent a lot of time with their children and he always felt loved, him and his older brother were very close. Only two years apart. When his brother turned 18 he was drafted and sent off to Vietnam. Him and his family wait anxiously every month for his brother letters, until one day they stopped and they were visited by the two men informing the Griffith family that their oldest son had died in action.

Freddie couldn’t wait to turn 18 and despite his father’s wishes and his mother’s pleas he signed up and like his brother was sent to Vietnam. He made sure to send his monthly letters to his family letting them know he was okay. It was the war that really started to turn the once soft hearted straight A teen cold. Seeing his fellow soldiers, his friends die around him got harder and harder with each passing day, he slowly started to grow harder, he wasn’t the same person he used to be and winning the war became his sick obsession. He had officially been in the war or a year and a half, he was finally ready to see his family. A week before he was supposed to go on leave was when it happened. He died, but he wouldn’t be able to leave earth to see his brother. He was forced to bound his soul to his army dog tags and wander the earth.