I was born on Planet Pittsburgh, Liberty. Quite rough place to grow up, eh? Anyway, my father wanted me to get an own house or something so he made me do crappy jobs for years. Hell, how I hated that time. When I started I had to clean cargo containers for a long-long time. Waste containers, meh. The salary wasn't really good, so I tried to get a job on my own. Without help. After a month of struggling with the local bar's owner, I managed to make him think about it. He made me a waitress. A whole year of getting touched by random people, talking to lowlife people all day long... Wasn't that bad, actually. He gave me decent money because I took care about the problems of the guests of the bar.
One day, a guy showed up there. He was very-very-VERY handsome. He was watching me while I served drinks to the peeps there. I don't know why, but he asked me to do him a favor. He gave me a data stick. It was a contract. I had to kill someone on Denver. A usual person would immediately report this to the local police station, but the credits... Credits are so good. I always wanted to earn a lot of money. This one guy gave me a switchblade heavy fighter for the job. One day after, I went to the launchbay and flown to Denver. The guy was at one of the energy storage pylons of the local power plant. I followed him back to his apartment. When he was about to open the door, I grabbed him from the back and slit his throat with my butterfly knife.
I didn't really feel any regret. I made a holo-picture of the corpse and escaped as fast as I could. I left the planet and went back to the bar. The guy was waiting for me there. Like he knew that I'd return. Anyway, I gave the data to him and he transferred the money to my account. This kind of work is very profitable as it seems.
Afterall, it was just a job. Like mopping the floor up, eh?
I'd like to join the Reavers Mercenary Co. in order to prove my ability to kill and such.