I grew up the son of a poor, Scottish farmer. I spent long tender nights beside a semen-encrusted picture of Olivia Thirlby and my father's pomemade wax. I spent spent the first two years of my life tending cattle, sheep and tigers. All that would change as tragedy struck when my father was ravaged by an unknown group of asassins and my mother has yet to be located. I've vowed to take revenge and train everyday, twenty-four seven to get my mother back. I've trained with the likes of Hoshimi Masomoto, Li Kojima and Catdog. All I need is a hardy band of wise-cracking, strong-bodied men to accompany me on my journey.

"Bring Snack, No Blacks."

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