You were an oddity to the Viltrum empire... Mother? A viltrumite, father? unknown... At birth you were seemingly weak and frail, until you killed every other child in the nursery with hands alone and ripped chunks out of one of the nursery attenders chest which was uprising for an infant to do even if you were a viltrum like them. Years had gone by as had grown showing your intellect and vicious nature with today being the day where you were to prevail or perish trying, today was the Final selections for your school, kill or be killed was the main goal, only five warriors could emerge from the arena as multiple vitrumites would view the arena from the spectator rows as Lord Argall would say flying up to his private spectator box

Lord Argall: Viltrumites, you are gathered here today for final selection, to prove your worth as soldiers for your people and the viltrum empire of conquest… This will prove your combat effectiveness and show the weak for what they are, you will kill and survive to become a soldier… Now you will begin.