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Afternoon, Gentlemen.
You wanted a backstory I suppose. So I'll give it. *He Lifts up his Cuffs*

White Collar.

It's funny how a couple of rough-housing buffoons can ruin an otherwise perfectly executed three-year scheme. My father was a business man, he worked his way to the top of the Corporate Food chain, he put me through the best schooling imaginable, loved me, and spent as much time with me as he possibly could. He was the greatest father imaginable. Until I realized he was vetting me for corporate espionage.

You see, my father's fortune had begun to dwindle below several hundred million credits, and "poverty" was so close to him, he had no choice. *Rolls his eyes*. I went to the company anyways. Skip three years and I'm visiting my father. I'm now a medium-level corporate manager at his rival's firm. He calls the police and claims I'm extorting him on behalf of the other corporation, he set up several fake neural net transmission, and data logs to frame me. I spent 4 years of my life in prison for this man. Once I got out he refused to see me, much less answer a holocall. Skip 3 more years, I have a new identity and I'm focused on getting rid of my father's fortune.

It was an elaborate plan, that required years of work, and a completely altered physical appearance. I foolishly aligned myself with a couple of thugs, in the last few steps in my plan. They quickly turned my scheme into an opportunity to line their pockets they attempted robbing the bank we were retrieving my father's safety deposit box from. They proceeded to shoot a family of two children and a father, who were withdrawing money for a trip to visit their mother in California. Just as an example. For a couple thousand credits in a safety deposit box. I lost it, not only had they ruined my plan, they made it their own. I violently, so so I'm told, beat the nearest man until the police arrived and incapacitated me, the other got away after watching me in bewilderment, and subsequently OD'd later that week on an experimental drug.

So here I am, a couple of months later.
In prison again.

I need to get away from this life, and being from Planet Houston, I've always idolized the hunters. I can't deal with more corporate drama, no more financial breakdowns, or sneaking around or fake ID's. I need something more simple, something I can actually accomplish. I'm hoping you've got a place for someone like me among your ranks. If not, eh,
I'll try not to lose any sleep.
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