When I was a boy, many wanted me dead. Every day I had one priorty. Stay. Alive. My parents died when I was young, around four. But my father taught me how to hold a gun before he passed. That was a mistake. The first memory I have with that gun, is using it to hold up a store. From there it was a life of crime. I continued this crime into space, until the Caldari Navy took note of my skills. They gave me a full pardon, and enlisted me into school. I now serve them proudly.