//Reverse Portal//
When he was a child he'd always dreamed of leavin' Jersey behind and going sailing with his brother. It was supposed to be the two of them against the world. Along the way that apparently got lost in translation and, well...let's just say he was forced into a solo adventure where fighting for his life was a constant struggle. This life chisled that pudgy kid from Jersey into a hardened criminal - wanted across multiple dimensions for crimes that he admitted for the soul purpose of his survival. He was constantly watching over his shoulder, constantly sleeping with one eye open. Sometimes there were reprieves...like now. He had been running (as per usual), when one of those unstable dimensional rifts that seemed to follow him around and pop up when they wanted to...POPPED UP WHEN IT WANTED TO, right in front of him. Not one to question his luck or misfortune, he picked up his speed and slid through it like a runner to home plate. He hissed as something clipped his right shoulder, but chose not to retaliate and head for the barricade he'd spotted in the darkened corner of what he assumed was some sort storage room? Could have even been a basement? What?Β He gripped his shoulder as he rolled behind cover. He checked his weapons - a rifle of some sort - and peeked from behind cover only to see the rift was no longer there. He inhaled deeply, ignoring the pain and discomfort he found himself to survey his surroundings.Β