You come from all over the 'verse. Mechanics, Spies, Bounty Hunters, Outlaws, and Common Folk. Your backgrounds are as varied as you appearances. Maybe you've coasted through life by conning people and scrapping by at various gambling tables. Perhaps you come from a long line of military tradition, protecting those who can't protect yourself. Or maybe you haven't done anything with your life up until now and you've stepped onto this ship to seek a life of adventure to break up the monotany of your day-to-day desk job that has slowly got you closer to turning a pistol to your temple...
None of that matters anymore.
Whatever your reasons you've signed on to go to the furthest reaches of known space. A place where who you were before doesn't matter. No one knows you from Adam out here. Your reputation, whether famous or infamous, is slowly being erased with each passing light year you travel aboard the Midsummer Night's Dream.
The only question left is not who are you, but who will you be?
