You remember very little of your old life. You were born in a speeding, rattling, time-travelling hunk of junk and raised lovingly by a gang of mutant bikers. As a child, you took pride in tuning up muscle cars, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your photographic memory 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!
