You remember very little of your old life. You were born mid-flight in an Oceanic airliner and raised lovingly by aliens from the outer rim. As a child, you took pride in reading demonic tomes out loud, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your souped-up muscle car that you also take out for patrol came in. It was essential in protecting your nation and family from all enemies, foreign and domestic. Your time for greatness is here. There's no fate but what you make!
