When I was born my life didn't mean anything. Because I was a male that ment that I was to either get put to death as a sacrafice to that bitch spider or trained as a warrior. I was lucky I guess my family wasn't in the upper crust of society. I was taken to the "school" as soon as I quit pissing myself. The school was like a puppy mill. Only the strong and the heartless surive. By the time I was to graduate I was up to 10 kills and was put in the advanced assassins classes where I was taught Alchemy. I didn't care for alchemy I tended to be a more up close and personel.
After a few years kicking around the drow underground I had had enough of thier BS and headed up to the chaos of the human world. I thought that I'd made a mistake in coming to the surface, but the human society was just starting to staighten itself out. I got hooked up with one of the remaing mob bosses in Atlantic city. Life was good.
I didn't give a damn about traveling to the stars or even leaving the planet, but some son-of-a-Thri-Kreen owed the boss a ton of cash and skipped town. I mean he really skipped town like across the friggen galaxy. After that I've spent more time out here that home on earth. Not that that really matters. I still do jobs for the mob boss on earth, but he has cut me loose and uses me as a freelance guy now. I still could care less where I end up. As long as it pays me good I'll go anywhere and kill anyone.