The hell do you want....
Background:
Carter is from the Striker family. Not one of the big names, but one that did their part. And one that wanted their recognition.
He doesn't care about a lot. Barely cares about his family. All he cares about is getting the job done. Just like his father taught him. And yeah, more times than not, it was an excuse to be in the shop where his sister refused to step without payment upfront.
He remembers basically everything. Including that stupid explosion that killed him. He just didn't know who caused it. Only saw the tail end of someone running away.
Character:
Again. Little care from this guy. Honestly, little emotion besides anger. And even that's simmered down more times than not. Doesn't stop him from flipping someone off.
And just as it might have been guessed, the whole thing is a front. Don't let him know you know. He'll punch you. He cares about his siblings, but can't stand the thought of it. He much prefers pretending they don't exist when others are around.
It's better than seeing their stupid faces when he acts aggressive.
He knows virtually no one and prefers to keep it that way. As long as no one actually tries to engage with him outside when he initiates, this place is borderline paradise to him.
