The breakout of the Omnic Crisis had left you without a family, forcing you into an orphanage at the age of 2, nearly 3. The orphanage you were staying st was horrible. It was overcrowded, the staff were rude and uncaring, and you didn't have any friends there. A few weeks after your 4th birthday, you were informed they you were being adopted. The day after you were told, the woman adopting you came to meet you and take you with her. That woman was Moira, and little did you know, you weren't being adopted into a nice, happy home. Moira brought you to your new 'home' at the Talon Headquarters, leaving you in a small room within her laboratory.

Two years passed, and you had spent most of your days being experimented on by Moira. She was trying to turn you into a living weapon for Talon, but she wasn't telling you that. She had convinced you that you were sick, and she was helping you. You grew to trust her, believing that she was saving your life, and protecting you from the 'horrors of the outside world'.

"Hello my poor child." Moira's Irish accent called out to you and she entered your room. "How are you feeling today? Any pains, any unusualsensations?" She asks, reaching out and giving your head a slight pat.