I was born to wealthy parents, an only child and heir to one of the biggest mining operations in the rim. As a child I took a keen interest in the family business, learning how the equipment worked and how to fix it as well as taking an interest in the business and financial side of operations, which pleased my father greatly. At 16 I was orphaned when my parents’s shuttle exploded during a business trip off planet, and my uncle became my guardian.

I became the legal heir to my parents’ business, which would formally become mine on my 18th birthday. My uncle became caretaker president of the company until then. Days before my 18th birthday, hired thugs attacked me, beating me almost to death and bundling me into a pod with no life support and jettisoning me into an asteroid belt.

Fortunately, I was able to fashion a crude distress beacon from some scrap materials in the pod, and some daring and selfless junkers rescued my pod and flew me to safety on a nondescript planet in the rim. Penniless, confused, and frightened for my life, I scraped by peddling my skills as a freelance mechanic and learning to pilot and patch up different ships, hoping to one day have the means and confidence to learn the truth behind my attempted assassination and reclaim my family legacy.

To honour the memory of my parents and reclaim our family legacy. Suspecting my uncle is behind my attempted assassination, I want vengeance.

As the sole legitimate heir to my family business, I am obliged to seek justice and restore what is mine. Although the junkers who rescued me have never asked for compensation, I have a debt of gratitude to them.

Despite a relatively sheltered upbringing, I have adapted quickly to street life in poverty. I can hold my own in a fight, and have learnt a few dirty tricks. Entirely average to look at, I blend in almost anywhere there’s a crowd.