Your dad used to tell a dumb joke about how your family was
so Martian that you bled red, but it’s true. Your ancestors
were some of the first settlers in the Mariner Valley, and you
were raised to be proud of that heritage and everything
Mars was looking to achieve. Although earlier generations
of your family were technicians and engineers, you were
always one of the bigger and stronger kids, and there was
no doubt that you were going to sign on with the Martian
military. Turns out, however, that military superiors like their
orders followed and, well, sometimes you thought that you
knew better. After you left the service, you tried your hand
working private security in the Outer Planets, with pretty
much the same results. So you moved on to freelance security
work on various ships, still looking for that place where
you fit in.