I was born and raised in one of Brigantia's colonies, becoming an orphan after my parents died during a severe flu epidemic.
Years later, looking for adventure and escape from my monotonous life, I joined the team of an acquaintance and friend as a mercenary.
A few months passed and after many successful contracts, our group began to build a serious reputation in our home system.
This continued until one day we trusted the wrong person.
We were betrayed by our employer and we fell into a trap.
Completely surprised, in the chaos that followed, my friends and comrades were killed one by one despite our courageous and fierce resistance.
However, miraculously and unbeknownst to my enemies, the final bullet intended for me was sufficiently deflected from its trajectory by my armor to spare me the same fate as them.
Shortly after, wounded but still alive, I managed to escape aboard a ship I stole, but since I had once again lost everything, my destination this time was the stars.