"Born on some fućked up sci fi version of Earth. New York City, I think. Fućkin homeless orphan. Parents took odd or some shit. Never knew them. Dumbass street gangs ran rampant. And, if you were in a position like me, your only option was to join one. But they'd all get slaughtered one time or another. Turned eighteen and joined the military. Didn't have any better options. About four years later, I got recruited into Fireteam November..." [b]She heaved a heavy sigh.[/b] "What a shitfest... Long story short: shit happened. A lot of people died. Met a girl. Turned out she was a synth. That was... interesting. Dunno what happened to her. Just disappeared. Assuming she's dead, because I haven't heard shit from her. Came here after all that was over with. Went out drinking one day, and Irina, the mute mass murderer that everyone wanted to lynch mob, showed up. We both got drunk and shit happened. She got her voice back from some magic shit later on. Became my fianceé. Dunno what the hell happened with her, either. I can pretty much guarantee she's out there somewhere, though. Now, here I am. Two years, two bars, two girls... And here I am, drinking with you."