You remember very little of your old life. You were born atop a pile of rubble and raised lovingly by the richest man in the country. As a child, you took pride in sabre dueling, but it soon became obvious that you were meant for bigger things. That's where your intimidating red bandana came in. It was essential in actualising your personal vendetta against the criminal underclass. Your time for greatness is here. We're going to the moon!
