"Let's see. Grew up poor in Mexico, pretty average family. Mother, father, two brothers. When I was about 6 my youngest brother died of illness, and when I was 12 my oldest brother died in a gang fight. Enlisted in the military 4 years after that, lied about my age to get in. Needed to be 18 when I was 16. I was put on the front lines, sword, shield and crossbow like a normal infantryman. Managed to hijack a bike during one mission, and showed some skill with it, so I was put into a Strike Team. About 6 of us in a squad, and then our captain as well. Not gonna lie, had the hots for her a bit. Always have liked dominant [i]pareja[/i]." [b][i]He says, laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Anyways, seven of us, armed with a crossbow, spear and motorcycle. Roamed around ripping through enemy lines for the 5 years I served in that squad. Our commander was wounded and taken out of action before our final op. All but I was wiped out, and instead of returning to base I just kept on riding. And that's my story."