Warjo has been a mysterious but well know smuggler in the underground. Nobody really knows where he came from or where he lives, but he quickly got the attention of the high ranking mob bosses close Imperial space and got good deals and jobs. He is not really the guy you need to know, not really the guy you need be on guard about, not a boss man nor a killer, just a guy who seems to have it all figured out. He is usually always in the right place and usually ends up leaving with more credits in his pockets than when he came. He is the guy you see when you need something moved without nobody noticing, and if somebody would happen to be noticing, they'd end up silenced.

There is only one thing Warjo doesn't deal on and it's innocent human life, slave trade. He usually seems to like avoiding civilian casualties as well. No one really knows the reason for this, but there are rumors of him being a former slave, or at least his parents being slaves. One rumor says he got in a fight with his former boss about a slave girl and got beaten up and the slave girl was killed in process. That's been unconfirmed since the slaver crew have since vanished, and when Warjo have been questioned about it, he just says they got what was coming to them. Also it's believed his parents died when he was just young lad. He himself has never denied nor confirmed any of those rumors, so it's really hard to tell, maybe it's all true?

Warjo looks indimitating with his surplus military jacket, cargo pants and standing well over 6feet tall with a bald head and a reddish black beard, but most people seems to think him as a nice person, except for those who cross him.

Warjo met his friend and business partner CMDR Backwood when he first visited Vequess. Warjo nearly took 2 docking bays with him when he landed to Agnews' Folly with his badly damaged Cobra MK III, named Vengeance, many say that it would have been impossible for a man to land a ship that badly damaged without getting exploded in the process, but Warjo is no ordinary man. He is a Commander!
After that landing, he went straight to the 6 Nipples Bar.
In a dark corner sat a man who saw it all from the news screens of the bar, he instantly saw that the man who walked in was also the one who landed that piece of crap in the docks.
"Hey, i'll buy you a drink for that landing" The man said and interrupted Warjo from ordering one. Warjo looked at him, a big man in a cowboy hat and a long duster like cowboys from the old movies from Earth. "Well, i don't usually say no to a free drink!" Warjo answered and sat to the other side of the booth. "Name's Backwood, and look, i saw that landing, it was pretty good, but next time you do a stunt like that, do it some where else, i don't like it when shit like that goes down close to my ship." He said with a grin.
Warjo answered to the grin and said casually "They call me Warjo, and it's not like i had a choice, my ship was almost shot in half, i had only few thrusters left and almost no oxygen. It was either here or bust, and i do like my life."
They finished their drinks in silence, measuring each others as they did. "look, lets make a deal...." Backwood started the conversation again.

They finished more drinks and talked for a long while, and since then, they have been seeing flying as a Wing more and more often, doing all kinds of odd jobs together and surviving where many would have fallen.

Later on Backwood invited Warjo to join a band of brothers called Varangian Syndicate and Warjo didn't hesitate one second when he said he'll join.


After serving on the Syndicate for some time, it seems Warjo left them and came back to do what he does best, making the buck where it pays.