Born a twin on the planet Matar, his eye clouded from birth. He roamed the plains and otherwise uninhabital parts of the planet wondering if this was all there was to life. He was picked up by a band of space marauders who were raiding a village he was staying in at the time. He held his own in combat and proved to be a formidable pilot. He was granted his life on one condition, he work for the mauraders. He reluctantly accepted, eventually securing his freedom when one of the missile launchers "Misfired" blowing up the ship.

Since then he has gone on to become a formidable pilot in his own right. Everything from Battleships to Blockade runners, It's not his guns you have to worry about it's the drones.

”Imagine a dozen deadly hornets pouring from the devil’s mouth. Now imagine they have autocannons.”
-Unknown Hel designer