Backstory

My life starts [place that's dangerous and rough with a lot of nature and not many people], but I was not born in this place. When I was just a few months old, I was abandoned at the head of one of the many forest trails in the area with nothing but a blanket and the clothes on me. Luckily, [name] found me before the beasts of those forests did. She was an elderly woman who has never had any offsprings of her own. The woods raised me through my childhood almost as much as [name] did. I spent most of the days exploring all the clearings, cliffs and rivers within walking distance either alone or with one of the other kids who had such interests; the nights I spent reading all kinds of adventures and dreaming about traveling the universe. Once I reached my teenage years, [name] started becoming more and more sick and I abandoned my adventures to care for her. I started doing all sorts of jobs to afford her care, most fair and honest work, some of it less so.

Once [name] passed away I felt like I had no ties to [place] and quite honestly I needed to run away. This is why I joined a crew of self-appointed "explorers". Our favourite activities were drinking and looking for lost treasures or collecting bounties. When we couldn't get money that way, we didn't stray away from attacking other ships for their loot. Our little crew lasted for a good few years. We got to travel all over the galaxy and beyond.

But like all good things in my life it had to come to an end. Our ambition and confidence overcame us and we accepted a high stakes job — a heist on an IPS-N ship. This was our first time attacking something other than a civilian ship. And it went very sideways very quickly. We were spotted as soon as we boarded the ship, their defense systems were stronger than we expected, and half the cargo wasn't even there! As soon as things got too dangerous, my crew fled back onto our ship and I was again left behind. First my parents abandoned me and now some of the only friends I ever had. A lot of what happened next is a blur. My rage and despair took over and I woke up in a forest with burning parts of the ship behind me. None of the IPS-N crew survived. I made sure of that. I found myself alone again in the woods, with nothing but my clothes and favourite steel sword. Yet again I was forced to start fresh. That's why I decided to start working as a Lancer mercenary. At least the money was good. And I thought it was fitting to take the ship's name as a callsign — Baryonyx — or rather, Onyx.