Name: Talon Almese
Gender: Male
Date of birth: 04.07.3273
Place of birth: Gill Point, Eurybia
Height: 180.34 cm
Wieght: 84 kg
Hair color: Black/Grey
Eye color: Light Blue
Allegiance: Empire
Education: Doctorate- Criminal Psych, Bachelor's- Stress Therapy (Morai Higher Learning Institute), Dongzi Enforcer Academy (Now Dongzi Imperial Pilot Association)
Current occupation: Enforcer Captain, Bounty Hunter
Current living place: Tavares Point, Elysia
Holo-Net contact: REDACTED  (Imperial Order)
Current employer: SUPPRESSED

Where did it all start? A rat's nest outpost in Eurybia, which is somehow still function despite the nightmares that occur there. Seen neighbors, friends, family, and a lover all either get killed or abducted by the Purple Mob. Blasted illegal slavers, they don't care if you're an honest, hard working individual whose job sends goods their way, or a wanted felon. Bodies all work the same to them. I was roughly nineteen when it'd happened to me. By then, hard work at Gill Point had given me a decent physique that the average joe could be slightly envious of, not that it helped me any. The Purple Mob had abducted my Father, and my high school sweetheart... the latter of which I'd learned had been used as a mule for illicit cargo, and killed when a mob member had tried to use her as a shield when local security had raided one of their warehouses.

Not quite sure what had possessed me to go running into a dive bar, grab the first mook I could see with one of their mob tats, and start hammering his face until it couldn't be recognized. In an anger driven fury of punches, headbutts, and even biting, I was a broken young man on a path of madness. I'd given into mindless rage, which is probably why I didn't see the shock baton that dropped me. Sure as hell felt it though. Woke up in shackles and a pair of shorts, a barcode tatted onto my shoulder. Yet another individual swept up from their homes, where the local security was only as good as the bribes given to them to try to convince them to do their blasted jobs. Everyone and their cousin knew the local forces were on the Purple Mob's payroll, but every now and then they'd strike back just to keep the higher ups from investigating.

Because of my build, and a knack for reading people, I was considered a waste as a drug mule, and one of the heads decided it'd be a wise idea to put a det-chip in the side of my neck before my training could be done. Nothing major, but it had enough force to sever my spine and rupture all the blood vessels in my neck (just enough to deter the thought of escape, because they forced me to watch it get demonstrated on someone who had fled). Using my true name, but a fabricated story, I was sent to Dongzi to be enrolled at the Morai HLI... to learn Stress Therapy and get licensed to perform therapy practices. In short, I was brought back to Eurybia after my "studies" were complete.. but not before I'd managed to talk to a member of the Enforcer Corps that had retired, and was my Professor. With contact info in hand, I was his contact for intel that he passed along to his comrades still in active duty. For now, I was stuck in the pleasure trade. A more comfortable living than most, but still degrading and humiliating. I was a service and nothing else, that was forced to offer 'alternative therapy' should a 'client' inquire about it. I'd rather not relive those memories, so I'll move on.

It was another three years, before the Enforcer Corps of Dongzi made a strike raid in Eurybia. Wouldn't you know it, the old man wasn't actually retired, but had been working undercover! I was liberated from my forced life of illegal slavery under the thumb of the Eurybian Purple Mob. Upon being relocated to Dongzi, I was given a thorough medical exam, and the Enforcer Corps paid to have cosmetic surgery done to my arm to remove the bar-code tattoo, as well as a medical procedure to have the minor explosive charge removed from my neck. I was fully free! Able to live my own life again, thanks to the Empire! When asked what I was going to do with my new found freedom, I made a vow to become an Enforcer and repay the life debt I felt I owed them. It would be four years of schooling and  being put through the Dongzi Enforcer Academy before the old man took me under his wing as a fighter pilot. Sure he had a decent fleet, but -REDACTED- made sure to point out that anything I wrecked I'd pay for.

So there you have it, a brief look into my past, and why I work for the Empire, especially when it comes to supporting the Princess. She has a no tolerance policy on drugs in general, and abhors illegal slavery. Rumor had it at one point, one of the Duval's relatives had actually formed the Enforcer Corps of Dongzi, but had retired when Denton Patreus took over the system. Not that I mind too much about the past. It should be left there as a lesson, and a reminder... but never something to dwell on. Still, it doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks from coming, and no amount of slaver killing will ease the occurrences.

Still makes me feel good though, bastards have it coming.