Vincenzo was born on February 4th 2050 to Amelia and Salvatore Lombardi, who were in their mid thirties at the time of Vincenzo's birth. His family resided in Nyheim, during a time that preceded the great unrest that would follow come the 2060's and present time. Vincenzo's father Salvatore, or "Big Sal'' as he was more commonly called, was a construction worker in Nyheim. It was not much but it was honest work, and there was always something being built in Nyheim, especially during the 60's when walls were surrounding the ever expanding city, and businesses were opening up all over the city. Vincenzo's mother Amelia did exactly what a stereotypical Italian mother would do, stayed at home, took care of Vincenzo, and played cards with her girlfriends on Sundays. Life was pretty normal, as normal as it could be in an apocalypse at least. Until 2069 at least. The PLIKT, the governing body of Nyheim, had started to suppress the citizens of Nyheim, labelling it as protection from infections spreading within the city. Entire sections of the city would be quarantined off at a time, all in the name of protection. Big Sal was never much of a fan of the PLIKT, but they kept him employed and his family fed, so he never spoke out against them directly. Mostly just discuss his thoughts with his wife and son. Vincenzo, now being nineteen years old, had been helping his dad in the construction business and on construction projects around the city. One morning, Vincenzo and his father were tasked with heading into a sectioned off area of Quarantine Zone A-3, to repair part of a concrete wall that had been busted up pretty badly. The PLIKT had soldiers stationed nearby to watch over them while they worked, keeping any potential sick people out of the way. Suddenly alarm bells rang, sirens exploding in a cacophony of screams, the pair exchanged worried glances, confused as to what was going on. Glancing to their left they saw PLIKT police forces scrambling over the walls, seeming just as surprised as Vincenzo and Big Sal. The pair raced toward the wall that the soldiers climbed over, and that's when they heard the explosions. Bombs going off at every corner of the Quarantine Zone, buildings collapsing in instants. Vincenzo was frozen, stunned at the chaos he was witnessing. The mayhem, the destruction. Taking all this in, Vincenzo suddenly felt a hit, as though a truck had run into him. Turning as he fell was Sal, yelling something inaudible over the explosions. As the pair made eye contact, Vincenzo watched, as a collapsing building fell over his father. The last we would ever see of him. The PLIKT paid out a small compensation to Vincenzo and his mother, compensation for the accidental loss of life. Vincenzo and his father were not supposed to have been on the side of the QZ, someone in management messed up. Yet none of that matters. The PLIKT, either by incompetence or malice, had gotten Vincenzo's father killed. Vengeance was sworn that day, but Vincenzo was no fool. Vengeance is not something you seek in a day, the patient man is rewarded with his prize, while the rash man always pays the price of failure. Vincenzo continued doing construction for the PLIKT, making sure to pay special attention to the layout of every place he worked, as well as the stability of the construction projects done before his time. Always looking for weakness, always thinking. You see, Vincenzo was by no means strong, but what he was, was cunning. He took no part in the riots, the protests, or the eventually rebellion that took place. He stayed in place, as a good little construction worker. Bidding his time, and building a network of people he could count on, before he would one day make his move against this corrupt and foolish government.