You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a prison colony on the moon and raised lovingly by a motormouthed scientist. 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. You've got the touch!
