I lived on the fringe until I was a young man, scraping a living off the Barron rock that I called home. It was tough and the locals weren't renowned for being a friendly bunch. I learnt my place early on which lead me to become a hit man for a local dirt poor "mob" wannabe group. Long story short, Life happened and either they or I would end out getting to this day. Shootouts, blood spills, doublecrosses and a montage of funny now moments later has lead me to form my own crew of ragtag drifters, who are all out for what we can get. I'm not perfect by a long shot nor am I rite all or even most of the time, but I and mine have a ball every time we fly.