Nathan

Nathan "Nate" Wu, 28, was born on Earth. Sent to live with his rich uncle Dao during the crisis that predated the Fall, Wu grew up in a hypercorp hab populated by chinese workers. He soon found out his uncle's wealth did not come from legal means; he was a Shui Fong enforcer, and soon put Nate to work for him doing occasional odd jobs.

Nate looked up to his uncle with great respect, if not admiration, and undying loyalty.

Dao introduced Nate to many firsts: The first whiskey he drank, the first cigarette he smoked,  the first car he drove,  the first woman he took, the first gun he shot, the first stack he popped.

Nathan was never too proud of his acomplishments, especially the ones involving violence, but he knew he was good at what he did, and he couldn't help but feel some ammount of gratification in being acknowledged by the great Dao Wu after a well done job. Morality was secondary to his loyalty to his Uncle.

Then the Fall happened. It affected everyone, changed everything; but somehow, business for the Triads went about as usual - people still needed drugs and weapons, now more than ever.

Nate had sometimes wondered about when he'd make it back home, filled with riches and wisdom passed down to him by his uncle, and make his parents proud. Tough luck.

Knowing that he had no home to go back to, that everyone he ever knew back on Earth was dead, changed something inside him. As time passed, he felt increasingly entrapped, enclosed in this hab floating in space, which was now at triple capacity as more and more infugees flooded in.

Eventually the weight of his actions and the will to break free took their toll, and Nathan set off on his own, using his skills to make a living as a free-lance Ego-Hunter.

For five years he hunted. He went to hundreds of different places, met thousands of different people, and made a name for himself. He was focused, trustworthy, but unfulfilled, as the nature of his job at times didn't feel any more honorable than being a Triad thug. But still he endured, with utmost professionalism and discretion.

And then, two years ago, he found Firewall. Or to me more precise, Firewall found him. They said his skills, persona, contacts and willingess to fulfill his objectives above all else were precisely what they looked for in a sentinel, and revealed to him many truths behind the workings of transhumanity.

Working for Firewall, at times, feels a lot like working for any other shady clients he's worked for during his almost decade-long career, but now his missions had purpouse, now they felt, in a way, personal. For some reason, it made him feel something he had never felt before: whole.