Born into a poor Tycherosi family, he grew up swiping anything unattended—more out of impulse than need. Gained a local reputation for petty theft and general mischief. His fascination with trains began young, after watching one reduce a man to pulp during a trip with his grandfather.

School didn’t take—he preferred scraped knuckles to scratched paper. With no prospects, his family forced him into work as a Void Gate Sentry. Dangerous job, but it kept him out of the house and gave him an outlet for his temper.

Eventually slipped away from Tycheros entirely—jumped a train and didn’t look back. Worked as a rail jack for a while before moving into demolition. Now takes odd jobs involving fire, explosions, and destruction. Will return to honest work when coin’s tight, but chaos is his comfort zone.