Mason grew up poor in a bad neighborhood inside the bayous of Mississippi. He never knew his father, he and his mother lived together on a small chicken farm. Mason hated chickens and found a lot of pleasure in torturing them sometimes even killing them, soon after getting the nickname "The Chicken Boy" by his friends. Being from a poor area Mason did not have any money and resorted to selling drugs for money when he was 13. Soon after his mother would pass leaving him alone on the streets, his drug dealing and petty crimes would land him in jail multiple times before the age of 20. At one point he took a round of bird shot from a 20 gauge shotgun to the side of the face getting caught stealing a local mans chickens, leaving the side of his face peppered with dimpled scars.
Early Adult hood
Years of drug use and left Masons brain warped, he could never think straight and knew nothing outside of his suppliers dealings. This did bother him though and he knew he must change his life. At 18 he was very well of financially, buying flashy clothes and jewelry, Always owning nice vehicles but the dangers that came with drug dealing broke him a little day by day. People trying to kill him, the paranoia was insane. To cope he used more and more of his own drugs which made him much more violent and in a lot of ways better at his job, oddly enough though his love of torturing and killing chickens was at a all time high. Pretty soon he moved up the ranks enough to be brought into the "Trafficking" part of the organization.
The Chicken Man
It was a funny nickname for sure but it stuck. By age 22 Mason was dealing drugs internationally to all parts of the world. Specifically dealing in opiates to Europe and other parts of the East. He was insane, to say the least, on the boat he would keep chickens, when on land he would go out of his way to find chickens and kill them it was an obsession borderline psychopath. It got to the point he would rob people take them hostage or even kill them if there were no chickens around to satisfy him or if he was caught stealing a farmers chickens.
End of the Road
They were near Russia to offload opiates to the country. This was no out of the ordinary job as they had done it a couple times before however Russia and its surrounding area was not a big "customer" of theirs. Mason headed into this country that he still did not know the name of looking for chickens, the crew always knew when to leave him alone because he would get this look in his eye that was just, well... it can be best described by looking at the eyes of a great white shark, blank, and emotionless. It was the middle of the night and Mason needed a chicken. He went to the country side of a town to find a small wooden house with a few chicken coops in the back yard, this was perfect. He crept into the field with his buck knife, this was no normal fix he needed blood. While opening the wire door to the chicken hatch the chickens erupted in fear, it was barely 9:00 pm and the owner heard it and bust out of the door with a long rifle. In his drug crazed state Mason rushed the man and stabbed him 67 times in the stomach and neck. During the act the Farmers wife called the police who showed up and after a short hostage situation with the wife arrested Mason for murder.
Being a foreigner selling drugs through their country and committing murder Mason knew he had no chance of making it out of this one. Mason was held in a police department waiting to be moved to a more secure prison. On the second day of being held there were sirens all day, by night time it was constant gun shots. Mason had been waiting for his time to escape and this seemed like it, something had to happen in the department with the amount of chaos outside. Eventually he heard the door bust open and 4 men ran inside screaming the police in the building tried to stop them but the men... they killed them, ripped them to shreds and began gnawing on their bodies. They noticed Mason in the cell and began clawing at the cell door. To his absolute horror the police began gargling and moving around the same as these people.. creatures.. monsters.. whatever these critters are and began slamming at the door as well. Mason noticed that the officer with the key was close to the door with his gun still in the holster. he grabbed the items through the cell door gaps and proceeded to reign hell on the 6 creatures. This was it the beginning of the rest of his life seeing the destroyed city it was obvious things were in total dismay he needed to find a way back home but right now survival was his only mission.
A odd diamond tattoo with 4 stars in the corner and a scroll in the middle
Large face scar from a bird shot round
"Chicken Man" tattooed across the top of his back