[Note to the reader: This was generated when I was in a Role Play guild a while back ago... but kept for posterity]

So, you want to know more about me do you? Well, you asked for it.

I was born the oldest of two daughters. My father ran the armor repair programs at our local repair station. He also beat my mom. When I was young, I thought it was because she deserved it, and maybe she did for not leaving the scum, but things are always complicated. When I got old enough, I stood up to my dad, and then he started hitting me too. I could take it, because he was too much of a wimp to do real damage, but learned to hate him.

What I couldn’t take was when he hit my sister. I always felt that I should be watchin’ out for her, ‘cause mom wouldn’t stand up to him. I told him he’d better stop or he’d be sorry. He didn’t, and he was. I don’t want to talk about it, but a nice insurance policy is taking care of my mom and sis, and I started running from the law.

The law never found me, but some of my dad’s old work buddies did. They arranged a convenient malfunction for my pod, and I found myself floating in space without communications or propulsion. I drifted for two months, thinking I was going to die. But by a stroke of luck, someone found me.

They were religious folk, nice and all that. I was just happy to be rescued, and not shot up, sold into slavery or worse. When I told them what happened, they said that everyone deserved a second chance. Then they somehow got me a new identity, which seems real odd for the honest religious folk they came off as. It was a good one too; they changed my biometric stuff and everything. Then they arranged a job at the Republic Military School, and said good luck and that I had a new life now, and don’t waste it.

I’ll do better this time.