Chad was born on March 8th, 1988 in London England. Though he, nor his parents are true natives there, they have family there. His parents Andrew and Eliza were there, visiting a relative, who had paid for the passport and airfair for at least a month there. She had at least a good couple months before her due date, so the plane trip would have been safe. They had to go early, for dress and tux fittings, rehersals and all other close family wedding piddly stuff. About a week before the wedding, however Eliza went into labor.
After the birth and wedding, and the extra passport for Chad, they went back to their home in the small town of Halsport New York. His life was pretty good in the early years. He loved to climb, his parents couldn't keep him off the counters, the roof, or out of trees. Even a broken leg, when he fell out of a tree once didn't stop him. Though when school started, he was bussed a good distance to the closest town with a school. He wasn't the brightest kid in school, there were a few courses he got, but very few, he barely passed the rest. He was somewhat athletic, but never persued anything specific. He did well in a few end of the school year, supposedly fun time Track & Field events. Or at least ones where jumping was involved. He loved music though, and took up the cello, once he was big enough to hold one upright. His father an ex military man, tended bar in the next town over, since their's was a dry town. His mother had an office job at the county courthouse, where she made a decent sallary, not the best, but between the two kept them afloat. When he could, his father, using what he'd learned in the military, taught Chad some baisic self defence.
His Highschool years were about the same, barely passing his classes, keeping up with the cello and also doing a few bit parts in school plays. Durring this time, his parents were getting divorced. Becoming mean to each other, and at times him. His fathers self defence courses were becoming much more dissaplined, and driving lessons though he did get his permit and license were almost impossible, because he and his father never got along. He just barely graduated by the time the divorce was finalized, and he just cleared out his college fund/odd job earning/allowence bank accounts, packed up his things and just up and left.
With his grades as low as they were, and no real chance for college, he decided to explore the US, get out of small town America.. He'd spend up to a year at times, in one area, or another, even some of the bigger cities. Though usually only stayed about a month. For a while, he was going to a few Native American Pow Wows in Pennsylvania, met a man who sold him a flint-lock pistol. Which he loved. Taught him how to handle it, load it, clean it, and anything else he needed to know about handleing it. Which he has licensed in each area he's lived in. He still carries it with him to this day. With a few odd jobs under his belt and finding books and recipies on alcoholic beverages. He studied and practiced them as well as pouring the perfect glass of beer, with the least bit of foam on it as possible. As well as testing his product, thus gaining a tolerance for alcohol. He began smokingregular ciggarettes as well as pot on occasion, as well as living off coffee and other forms of caffiene just to keep up with what odd jobs he had. At one point, and after a bit of trouble on the road, he also purchaced a regular handgun, and had that licensed as well. Just for protection. Both concealed and unconcealed.Though, other then target practice, he's never 'had' to use it. When he hit 21, he also hit Vegas. His talent for mixing drinks landed him a job at one of the smaller casino's bars, where he also learned other bartending techniques. He was there for several months, and even tried his hand at gambeling a few times, thinking he might possibly get lucky. But he never gained more then a couple hundred dollars at the slots. He's already learned that cards were not his thing. However he grew tired of city life, and thought about small town America once more. He put in his notice, and hitched a ride northward, since his car died in Vegas. To wherever. Though they were just going to be passing through the old mining town, Blue Earth, Chad decided to give it a try. After about a month, staying at the motel, and looking into various job opportunities there, he's decided to stay. But, for how long is the question.