My life before the war was a haze of parties, alcohol, and beds, the only chronicle of which I kept on my body in the form of artwork. Well, maybe not quite so dramatic, I remember a lot, but there was a lot of parties, different beds, and booze as well. Enough that I was in danger of losing myself in it if I hadn't eventually left for the military.
I grew up on Tauron, and I grew up both poor and in a very traditional home. My parents followed the traditions closely, and I started getting tattoos for things fairly early on. At the time I didn't really realize that there was anything about my life that I should be ashamed of, or dislike. I didn't know that we were poor. Sure, sometimes food was a little more tight, I didn't always get new clothes even when I'd started to out grow my old ones. But we loved each other, and we took care of each other. By the time I was a teenager I was running wild with most of my friends, we stayed out at all hours, partied, slept around. There were gangs, of course, people got hurt. But we always thought that we were immune to these things. That they always would happen to other people. But they didn't.
I sang, and I wanted to be a singer before the military. Every chance I had, I would sing, and I even got a chance once. I thought. Instead it was someone that was just looking to slum it with the dregs of society, promising to pull us out even while they wanted to play around. It proved to me that you can't get anything without work, and I didn't want to work yet. I just wanted to have fun. I sank further into the life, further into crime and petty theft, knew people that were bad for me, did things I knew I shouldn't.
It wasn't until I was eighteen that I realized this wasn't what I wanted, I didn't want to marry someone like me, raise children around people like me. I wanted something more. I wasn't smart enough to go to university, I wasn't talented enough to become famous, so I did what anyone else would do. I enlisted with the marines. My first experience off Tauron was culture shock, I didn't know how to talk fancy like so many of the others around me, I wasn't as educated. Not in book learning. But I'd learned to fight and to survive on Tauron, to embrace the violence and make it work for me. I excelled at what I did, and I enjoyed it. I decided before I'd even finished boot that this is what I wanted to do…unless I suddenly became a famous singer.
I was at Kypera for Basic Training/AIT in 1999 to 2000, from there I got transfered to CMF Alastor, Caprica, from 2000-2003. While on Caprica I got to enjoy a lot of the sights, and a lot of the clubs. From there I got transfered to Jolie Point for a year before then getting transfered to the Orion.
