Name: David, or just Dave, Torino Gender: Male Date of Birth: 19/12/800A.S Place of Birth: Unknown
Qualifications: Short-time plantation worker, short-time office worker, long-time star[prt worker. Goals: To get offworld and see more of the universe, earn a fair wage and decent amount of credits. Relations in other houses but Malta: Non-Existant Cardamine dependency: Lived on Malta for years, dependant.
A brief biography:
David Torino is a funny case with Maltese society, nobody really knows his origins or where he came from, he just appeared one day on Malta without a clue in the world. He didn't appear to be a slave or carry any of the traits and markings that you'd expect from one, nor was he a citizen; or registered on at least. Early life was spent struggling to make a living due to this baseline fact but he near enough managed. He worked small jobs here and there, nothing significant or worth notation. He was built in a way that made him more suited to manual labour than sitting in an office complaining about the heat. This was why he ended up working on a Cardamine plantation, an intensive job normally reserved for slaves and other degenerates, however, work was work.
Over time he moved on, his work there lasted longer than most of his other oddball jobs, but it wasn't a long time by any means. His next 'long-standing' job was on the complete other side of the spectrum. David found himself working inside a small office, running numbers and collecting orders for a nearby starport. Not a glamorous, nor fun, job to do, but again work is work. Again, in the grand scheme of things, this didn't last all that long.
It was clear from his name that he wasn't of Maltese origin, that and his looks covered that, but he had been pretty much assimilated by Maltese culture and customs; it had become just an everyday part of life. He always did have that thought in the back of his mind about his true origins, but he often dismissed any idea of ever searching for answers. It's ironic to a degree, he had been on Malta as far back as he can remember and hadn't even left the planet before, to his knowledge at least. He was never truly happy because of that. It was because of this, one day he moved again, leaving his job behind, and this time heading for the spaceport. He had been doing odd jobs there as part of his previous line of work so some of the people knew him there and managed to hook him up with a job, one that unexpectedly paid more.
This laid the groundwork for him. He was going to leave Malta at some point, he just needed the right opportunity to come up.