Rey || d2 - fin - cb2

I come from nothing.

Back alleys and alcohol-stained breath was the air I breathed, a corruption that stripped me of any hopes for a family. As far as I know, I was sold for drinking money. My buyer was a gentle-hearted man with calloused hands and a hardened spirit. All he asked of me was hard labor. Sift through every trash pile I can find - throw away the useless scrap, collect the profitable things. That was my life for a long times; hands and knees stained with the bottom of the barrel. I would limp home to his hut with a nail stuck in my shoe, bag of collectibles slung over my shoulder.

That was how we lived, selling garbage for our bread money. I never thought about the bigger picture until I got older. I watched people; how did they make money? Why do they have nicer clothes? Why do they need school?

Curiosity knocked me off of my feet. I watched the big crime lords smuggling things like weapons and drugs into the district. The amount of money they made was incredible. Living that high intensity life filled my dreams at night. The old man had a similar ideal; he didn't want me digging through trash heaps my entire life. Said it "broke his heart to see a little girl like that," even though he's the one who bought me.

I'm not one to turn my back on an opportunity. The old man always said that - impulsive girl. What can I say? There's a lot of good I can do in this world. So when we saw the chance, I said my goodbyes.

Peacekeeper training, here I come.