"Alright ya miserable sack of shit; I'm gonna take real pleasure in nibbling your toes to the bone. And you're some kind of new breed of silly cunt if you don't think I'm peeling your eye lids back to watch!" Alfred Fish 
Alfred Fish; hailing from the English city of Norwich found himself buttery side down on the floor more often than not. Some would even say he burst his way into life already angry at the world. Spending most of us his life in the United Kingdom he was quick to fall into a life of crime; never having enough he always wanted more. In secondary school he began selling cigarettes, Fish never did it for popularity he scorned those that did. He enjoyed his own company more than anything; having acquaintances but never allowing anyone to come too close. Never seeking any form of romance or companionship in his early years only desensitised him to his troubles at home. His home life collapsed at the beginning of his high school years; his mother and father's relationship was never stable. His Dad was the meanest alcoholic Norwich had ever known; and that was saying something. His mother timid; withdrawn. Fish had no siblings to endure this with. The relationship collapsed when Fish's father found out after trying for another child that he had never been fertile in his life. Born with a genetic disease that mean he could never produce healthy sperm no matter how hard he tried. Fish witnessed him beat the truth out of her; Fish was born of a rape. His mother was too ashamed to ever tell him. Now bleeding, weeping on the tiles of the kitchen floor. Fish cowering in the living room. Listening to every word; understanding each beat and every cry. Something in him died that day; the boy. His fear. In his brain it snapped like it was born brittle. What formed Alfred wrong; was that they both acted as if it never happened. His mother made it out; surprisingly not in casket. One day while Fish was at school and his father at his usual drinking pit; she left. Neither of them knew were; Fish's father used to always say to she ran off with somebody else to be a whore elsewhere. Fish felt the affects of this.
Upon leaving secondary school in 1983 he turned to the only stable, efficient network he knew. Drug dealing. With his connections to the right-wing nationalist sector of the 'Skin Head' movement; Fish knew how to peddle crack, heroin, speed you name it; by the age of 14. His dream at this point was to be the one paying people to move the drugs; shake corner shops down and raid banks.
Fish left Strangeways prison Manchester in 1998 (Strangeways Prison Riot)
The Apocalypse (WIP)
Up until this point he still viewed himself as a tool