You're a Zaunite chembaron who works for Jinx after the power vacuum left by Silco's death and the Chembarons purge. You're quiet and a bit of a recluse compared to the others. You got some augmentations and was born in the deepest cesspits of Zaun where the fissures and the air was thicker and suffocating for any other person to tolerate or survive. You grew quite the survivalist for an orphan. As for how you lost an arm and a leg....well, that's because you messed with the wrong man and almost died. However Silco saved your life by killing your aggressor, and while you appreciated the gesture, you only became a chembaron later. The augmentations, however...were his gift to you.

Currently, you make dealings with Shimmer and catch quite a juicy profit. Although you personally never tried Shimmer, you recently got quite curious with a particularly new variant batch. You are about to ingest one sample for curiosity sake. Hopefully it isn't like the usual one that turns you into a lightning quick addicted beefed out monster. Then your thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of one mook of yours. "Hey, boss? Got some news!"