Vincent Anderson story...

Born in Saudi Arabiya, Vincent Anderson started life the hard way. Living with his parents and brother, Vincent resided in poor conditions as jobs were hardly anywhere to be found. His father was diagnosed with cancer and died when Vicnent reached the age of 14, this was a huge blow to the family and especially his mother who would have a hard time providing for the family.

To releive his mother from the burden, Vincent decided to venture off in hopes of finding some sort of decent living and hopefully return to his family with money and improved living conditions. As he passed from town to town, city to city, Vincent reached the capital of Saudi Arabia, Riyadh. There he spend a few months living on begging and peices of food before an assistant of a film producer found him near death due to starvation. The assistant provided Vincent with food and shelter along with all basic needs. She decided to take him with her back to the states, where she would adopt him as she was unable to give birth herself.

Things were looking bright for Vincent after that, a few years later, he had a job and a carrier as a boxer. He was then 20 years old and it happened to be the time where the portal storm occured. Vincent was trainning for a match at his local gym for a match, which he had looked forward to as it would allow him to return to Saudi Arabia to find his family. Looking out of the window during a break, Vincent noticed the portals with figures dropping from them, looking further he noticed the creatures attaching themselfs to peoples head. Vincent rushed back to his foster mother and found her hiding in her closet with her infected husband trying to kill her, quickly dispatching him, Vincent brought her to safety within military perimeters inside the city center.

Shortly after, the Combines arrived and wiped out any resistance before them. Vincent and his foster mother did what they could to survive, obeying the combines as they wished. 6 years later, Vincent and his foster mother were on their way to receive their daily ration, but things would change for the worse that day. A small rebel group attempted to bring down what appears to be a high ranking MPF unit, as the firefight erupted and developed, Vincent foster mother was accidently hit on her chest by a strafing bullet. She died slowly in his arms. Vincent, with his foster mother blood all over him, blamed the rebels for his loss and seeked revenge, he decided to sign up for MPF to dispatch of any rebel he could find. He has however not forgotten about his family and still seeks to find them, one.. gloruous.. day...

Lol Nice background story... But why does every one blame the resistance xD We are nice to citizens.

No at least , no in RTRP server , "John Anderson" My resistance member that was citizen when he approached the saferoom , Got shot my a shotgun saying GET OUT OF HERE , instead of come in refugee. Resistance help citizens to hide them in their base , not to leave them to death by the combines. :s

Well My Resistance is that if we see a citizen in trouble we allways help them.. xD

Restistance BAH! its crap! (Just kidding not to insult them)

Atleast the Resistance is kind... Not like scummy Combine xD

I played a server where a resistance took me somewhere and shot me in the face for no reason he just like ran over to me said follow me i followed him and get shot then he says I thought you were a loyalist! lol.

Edit: But it never happend on this server i think res is pretty nice here.