Born in a small town in upstate New York in 1978, Ryan Fidele worked and lived as a completely normal man. Born the second youngest to a Roman Catholic family of 7 (Including mother and father), he was generally taught faith and discipline at an early age. He learned to obey rules, be they federal or household, and elders, be they parents or the sheriff in the old beat up car sitting by the coffee shop. Growing up in the 80's, he went to the run of the mill catholic school at the center of town, working as a cleaning boy at the local butcher shop for a fist full of 1's every couple of days, saving up money to buy shiny new bikes, and chocolates for the girls he liked at school. In the 90's attending a public high school in the neighboring town, got standard grades, not to shabby attendance. He worked in the butcher shop as an apprentice, got less-than-normal wages, saving enough to move to a shabby part of New York City in his early 20's. by 21 he already had a sweetheart from home to call his wife, by 22 he was a father, 23 a father of 2, a girl and a boy. By the age of 25 he had started his own corner butcher shop, attempting to pay for private schooling for his kids. By 27, the 7 hour war had struck, he had been separated from his wife and children. Though he prays every day for their safety and return, he lives everyday in order to survive in hopes to see them once again to this day. (Sorry had to write this in a slight rush)