Stare at this.

If you haven't guessed by now, I'm on the run from the Alliance. I reckon I will be 'til the day I die. I captained The Forerunner, a ship whose home port resided not far off from my shiny little home planet full of good old folk who lived peacefully with their generally culturally unacceptable high-spiritedness, that the Alliance couldn't damn well handle. Needless to say the source of Unification blew it to bits ah go-se in the War.

Bein' away fightin' at the time, you can imagine I wasn't damn near happy about the inconvenient transition of havin' to find myself a new sense of home. I did thank the Alliance for bein' so kind as to sugar me into really forcing an opinion of their new idea of the 'Verse. So much so that I've made quite a few enemies and well, damn, do I cherish each and every one of the little bullet hole-filled gents.

As for companions, well, I have this gun.
Her name is Gina, and she is my very favorite gun.
I also have a cat, apparently.
It's name is Cat.
I smoke, I drink, I swear and I fight,
And I certainly try not to apologize.
I'm pretty alright to be around I reckon,
but dont missunderstand me.
I aim to missbehave.