Born in Fusang, the only son of an abusive single father, Dante longed for a true family. He often wondered

how he could leave the sector and escape his father's iron grip on his future, and as he grew older his disdain

for authority grew as his father worried less and less about what Dante's dreams were and wanted only to

strong arm him into following in his footsteps. Dante hated the idea of being a Federal Combat Pilot, because in

his eyes, if they allowed men like his father to have a license to kill, they were just as bad as him, but he

enlisted anyway, he had no choice. He excelled in training and was assigned to his squadron, he worked well

with his wing but he never spoke with them unless it was necessary. To him they were just like everyone else,

ordinary and stuck in their heartless routines. He never discovered the feeling of camaraderie they had

promised in the pamphlets. Instead he found himself on constant monotonous patrols, striking down people

that he had no personal quarrel with, and pillaging systems for a government that didn't give a rat's ass about

his existence. One night he asked himself, Why should he be doing the dirty work for some Councillor who's too

scared to fight his own battles? Why is he fight for someone else's agenda? He found his answer when he was

approached by the Black Void Syndicate. After a long and connected conversation with one of their contacts he

realized the reason he felt as if he had no choice all these years. His eyes were still clamped shut. He was so

focused on survival, that he had forgotten his own dreams, his father almost won... almost. In less than a

month Dante had shed his "Fed Rags" and donned a new flag. A flag that represented leaders who fight

alongside their men instead of waiting in the Headquarters with their feet kicked up in their pristine offices.

Men who fought for real reasons and fought their own battles together as brothers. Dante had found his family.

He was now a Black Void Pirate.