1. Alias
   "Meeks" or "Meeksy"
2. Mental
   Stable
3. Morale
   Skeptical
4. Date of birth
   1992-03-14 (26 years old)
5. Place of birth
   Belfast, Northern Ireland
6. Nationality
   Northern Irish
7. Ethnicity
   White
8. Languages
   English
9. Relationship
   N/A
10. Religion
    Roman Catholic

1. Height
   180 cm
2. Weight
   70 kg
3. Build
   Short, well built
4. Hair
   Dark Brown, short Hair
5. Eyes
   Bright Blue
6. Alignment
   True Neutral
7. Features
   Has a scar just above his eyebrow on the right side of his face.
8. Equipment
   Basic weaponry as he is not military trained.
9. Occupation
   Never employed

David Meeks, or "Meeksy" to his friends, was never the sort to really go looking for trouble, but trouble always came looking for him. I suppose it's better to start where it all began: Belfast, 1992. The country was just on the verge of a ceasefire that would end the conflicts between the Nationalists and the Unionists, for the most part at least. Meeks' father, Donall, was a volunteer for the IRA, the Nationalist resistance that attempted to fend off the British. His Mother, Shauna, was a simple Belfast girl who wanted to wed a brave soldier who she and their children could be proud of and acknowledge as a hero who fought for a united Ireland. That dream was never realised, Donall was shot dead in a shootout between the IRA and the UDA on Castle Street in Belfast City Centre on the 24th of December, 1996, Christmas Eve, the year before the ceasefire, when Meeksy was just 4 years old, he was also round the street corner, watching, as his father was gunned down. Growing up without a father, Meeksy would be expected to be a young hothead who hated the Brits for taking his father away from him too soon, but that is only half true. Meeksy was indeed a young hothead, but he hated both sides who fought in the conflict in Northern Ireland, and blames his father for his own death. It was these experiences as a chlid who molded him into the moody and misbehaving delinquent teenager, and it was these traits that would later seal his fate, and cause him to flee his home to somewhere that no one, not even the British Government, could find him, Chernarus. In 2006, when Meeksy was 16, he got into bother with the notorious loan shark: Johnny Redmond. Meeksy needed a car, and as a naive and idiotic teenager strapped for cash in one of the dodgiest cities in the world, he did the most logical thing, and went to a fucking loan shark. Meeksy tried to pay him back, but on top of helping out his mum providing for his siblings and putting himself through school, he couldn't do it. One morning he woke up to find a letter in his post box, which contained a bullet. This was an old IRA tactic of letting someone know they were on a hit list. Meeksy was panicking, and weighed his options. He decided that after a week of being followed and nearly killed twice, that he needed to end this himself. He went into his dead Father's old shed, and pulled out his old 1911, and went looking for Johnny Redmond. He found Johnny hanging about a street corner outside a chippy in West Belfast, when Johnny saw him coming, he pulled a gun on him, but Meeksy was quicker. He shot Johnny three times, once in the leg to incapacitate him, then in the heart to kill him, and another in the head, for good measure. He thought he got away with it, he ran and ran until he was on the other side of the city, that's when the Police Van spotted him. He barely managed to outrun it and eventually got home where he started packing his bags, he needed go somewhere, anywhere he couldn't get extradited from, so he travelled to Germany first and made his way to Chernarus, there he trained as a joiner and thought that everything would finally be alright, and it was, until the outbreak came.