I lived in Miami, Florida. I was born in June 2130. I was 12 when they took me. My memory is blurry, but I think there was a raid on my neighborhood. In the chaos, I got separated from my parents and kidnapped by a MBFC agent.

The next 5 or so years of my life was torture. Merciless boot camp to get me in shape. My genius gave me an upper hand, but I finally hit a limit, and I was punished for "not performing well." In addition to this, I was a live test subject for experimental cybernetics. They replaced my right eye and potentially more of my body.

VAL Unit 701, the same one who would later become my enemy, was part of my squad. They wanted to try including their super soldier bots with human soldiers. Or maybe it was just my group. Over time, she became less of a robot and more of a human like the rest of us. I don't know when the change began.

I was a mindless MBFC drone until when I was in my 20s. That's when I found the files. I read them all in horror. I knew what I had to do. I turned to Val, who was my most trusted friend, hoping she would help me. And she did. I leaked the information and the two of us escaped MBFC.

We formed a rebel group, the Right Wrong Cavaliers, with many former MBFC agents and some civilians joining us. We also doubled as a band since we had musical talent. Val was the backup bassist since she always seemed to be busy. I was mainly electric guitar and vocals, but I could self-produce.

One day in late 2150, when I was planning my next attack on MBFC, they dropped the nanobot bomb. On my house. Somehow, they had gotten a hold of my location and they aimed to kill me. The bomb was designed to destroy all electric devices. It should have electrocuted me. It didn't.

I recovered and went straight to MBFC, where I found Val. She had leaked my location to MBFC, who acted immediately. But the nanobot mist that the bomb contained was spreading, and fast. I was upset, and I tried to kill her, but after a few minutes of evenly matched fighting, the mist came and bricked her.

For the rest of my life, which was admittedly short, I wandered America, hiding my identity and struggling to survive as everyone else did. My death is unclear.

I arrived in Valhalla unconscious, according to those who were there. I woke to see several Legends gathered around me, of which I can remember seeing Sentinel, Jhala and Brynn. The others are vague.

Sentinel and I became fast friends. He was the first to reach out to me and help me get situated in Valhalla. He wound up becoming the person I trusted the most as he helped me cope with my PTSD.

I came to Valhalla missing a lot of my memories. They've come back sporadically, most being terrible and causing me to have "voice attacks" or crippling depression.

When Val arrived in Valhalla, we avoided each other. When our paths crossed, we fought like cats. Eventually, we made up, but our friendship never got back to where it was before.

I had a tough time trusting people. The only people I ever got close to was Sentinel and Nix. Nix became my girlfriend over time. We spent a lot of lazy days together.

I was asexual demiromantic (no preference) and did not identify as any gender. I ultimately preferred no pronouns as well and just went with whatever people called me.

There's more to this, but there's a few things I'll only discuss in private.