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Name: Lazarus Victor Stamp

Age: 43 Born 1971

Training: 
Princess Patricia Light Infantry Second Company
Joint Task Force Two: served Haiti Rebellion and the War in Afghanistan
Private Military contract work in Sierra Leone, Rwanda and Egypt, working oil field, diamond mine and black book research security, big money, no asking questions, just watch the perimeter stuff.

Equipment: Colt King Cobra, firing .357 magnum rounds, Trench knife modeled after the Mark 1 WW2 trench knife, the blade is 10 inches long, and has a double edge. The knuckle duster has wider finger gaurds and half inch long spikes.

MO: Pointman, conversant in a variety of means of entering locations, and breaching buildings. Autorifleman, skilled in the use of Light machine guns and high rate of fire weapons. Covert operative, trained in stealth and urban warfare and the use of stealth tactics to get a job done. Knife combatant, skilled in the use of the knife.

History: 

Grew up in Western Canada, around Fort McMurray. His father was an Oil Sands worker, his mother as a Pediatrician in one of the Ft. McMurray hospitals. Lazarus was born to this well educated and well mannered pair several years back. He was your average bouncing baby boy. He went through school like every one else does. Getting decent grades and showing an aptitude for physical education and of all things chemistry. His father thought he'd be a shoe in for oil sands work. But he surprised everyone after high school.

He enlisted into the army right out of high school. No one expected that. The Canadian army was glad to have him. He was shipped down to CFB Edmonton to do his training there, and while there, was approached by the Princess Patricia's Light Infantry regiment. After his training and graduation he was given a place within the Pats. He served with distinction and did what every soldier does, serve his country honorably and faithfully.

It was this honor and faith, that got him visited one day by a recruiter from a group that he didn't even know existed. Sure he'd heard about the Canadian Special Operations Forces Command, but he had never heard of the Joint Task Force Two. The second of two special operations groups the Canadian Army fielded. He was given a chance to join the ranks of this covert group of soldiers. Serve his country in a differant way. He took that chance. And joined the ranks of the JTF2 as an operator. He served in Afghanistan and in Haiti in various counter terrorism operations and in covert hits on major and minor targets. 

When his time with the army rolled out, he left with honor, and promised never to talk about what he had done. He went on to civilian life. But it wasn't the same, he still craved combat. So he sought out other means of serving. And got hired on with a private military firm. He began work as a security contractor. Going to places like Tsunia, Russia, Northern China and Mongolia to name a few places.

When he was contacted by the Canadian government, he was in Rwanda doing diamond mine private security.

He was shipped back to Canada, where the government told him about what is going on in that nameless little african country. Too much, that black marketeer destabilizing the whole place to hell. That little conflict could cause the whole unstable country to go into melt down. He was offered money, and if he did anything during his time away that might have earned him a black strike, they'd be wiped clean as well as the Canadian Government could do.

Lazarus agreed, and asked what he needed to do. He smiled when he heard the mission. And only asked what he could take in with him...