A troublemaker in my youth, and that never stopped with age. Born in missisauga Ontario, was always getting into small time trouble with the friends. As we grew, so did the schemes. Never malicious, just always trying to have a laugh, or make some quick easy money to be able to live until the next opportunity for a good time came along. That did not change, what changed was the ability to wait for the right opportunity to achieve the goals of said schemes. In the canadian airforce that included selling information to forign powers on specifics about our jets, deployments, ect. I wasnt any sort of special officer, but i found buyers. When i was deployed during the days of upheavel in South Zagoria, i saw it as an opportunity, more information, and acess to officers from other nations that were to distracted to bother masking information. But i was naive, the problem far less serious then we were told, and on a particularly horrible day for me to remember, i lost a wheel on the deck of aircraft carrier and after my mission, told to crash land at, or around depending on visible threats the airfeild of balota, make my way to coast proper and await pickup. The landing was smooth as possible, but the pick up, never came. I have since learned to use my wit, and skills learned as true rebel just looking to make some easy money and disappear, in order to survive this world and keep an eye out for myself, and those that i somehow keep around long enough to call brother.