So...you say you need a few good men,eh?
That's good,'cause I could use the job.
Now...where do I start...oh,right...with my name.
I'm Jason Orsini.I'm six duece high,that means no complexes.
Another funny thing is the fact my liver has abnormal size.
Actually,that's an understatement.It's huge.But,enough about that.
I'm sure you'll want to know more about me,so here's my short Bio.
(I'm planning on writing a book about me soon.)
I grew up on New Paris,but not in the rich parts,no...I used to live in the so called "Garbage Royalle".
It was tough back then,I had to fight and steal on a daily basis.
I finally had it on my 19th birthday when my dog was killed in a gang shootout.I pretty much snapped.
By the time they figured out what was going on,I already took three of them down and made a run for it.
That same day I met Joel,the man who showed me the space ropes,you dig?
He gave me credits,luxury,a place to lay low and most importantly,a ship.
It was just an used Mistral,but it did the trick just right.
And here am I,five years later,still a gangster,still not loving the police,still doing what nobody else dares to.
The only difference is,however,that I need a new boss.
I'm not cut out for this freelance stuff.So,what do you say?