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[b]Executor Knight Graham[/b]
[i]Order shall prevail.[/i]

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[b]Name[/b]: Graham Voight
[b]Nickname/Alias[/b]: "Executor"
[b]Age[/b]: 32
[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Appearance[/b]: tall, muscular, completely shaved head and beard. Dark brown eyes, small scar running from left eyebrow to left cheekbone; other scars across the body, the largest one stretching from the right shoulder across the whole chest. The whole back is covered in a tattoo depicting a diving eagle holding a bundle of lightning, above the motto "ORDO AB CHAO".

[b]Location[/b]: somewhere along the shores of the Hudson river, north of New York.
[b]Settlement[/b]: none; Graham is a drifter, along with the "policemen" following him.
[b]Skills[/b]: experience with firearms, melee combat, and riot control, strong charisma and leadership.
[b]Weapons[/b]: a wooden baton, a machete, and a MP7A1 submachinegun.
[b]Armor/Clothing[/b]: a full riot police vest, and a gas mask.
[b]Equipment and Supplies[/b]: ammo, food, water and fuel supplies.

[b]Personality and History[/b]: stern, cruel, silent, Graham is surrounded by an aura of authority based on blood. A lifetime of violence and atrocities left their mark on the man's mind, and through violence and atrocities he is bent on leaving his own mark on the world. The thing Graham hates the most is disorder, anarchy: growing up as an orphan in one of the many slums of the sprawling city of New York, where rival clans bloodied the streets with their fights, might be the cause of that. He found a strange sense of satisfaction in being the only one who played by the rules, surrounded by criminality, and that was the reason why he decided to enlist in the local police force. Perhaps, it was because of his ruthless, and often needless, brutality, that he was praised by his superiors and promoted as a sergeant of a riot police unit. Soon, he began to have contacts in the criminal underground, working together with allied mob leaders and other corrupt police officers to eliminate rival gangs and monopolize the drugs, weapons and prostitution markets: in time, peace came to the streets. Illegal affairs were led by a single gang, which in a sea of blood, and with the help of Graham, who got handsomely paid for his services, managed to gain hegemony over New York.

As the End came, society utterly spiraled into chaos. The bloody peace Graham worked so hard to achieve was shattered as gangs of survivors fought against each other for things such as food, shelter or water; a situation that could not be tolerated. Soon, Graham reunited what remained of New York's police forces, along with what was left of his criminal allies, and after sacking the police's warehouses across the city, he formed the bulk of his horde. Clad in riot police armor, the phalanx of riot shields advanced, led by Graham, in the ruined streets of New York. Those who crossed their path had two choices: to submit to the new order, or die. Quickly, Graham's "policemen" gained more and more members and equipment, and soon could count on horses, dogs, and armored vans. In time, all of New York was once again devastated and sacked by Graham's followers, and all that was left was a dead wasteland of crumbling ruins and the very few crawling survivors who managed to survive the massacre. In search for new lands to raze, Graham led his men, kept in line by ruthless discipline, northwards, towards Boston, another city which needs to be pacified. In Graham's mind, he was entrusted by fate with a sacred mission: to bring back order to a lawless world, no matter how much blood needs to be shed. Soon, peace shall be restored, and order shall prevail.