Earth - 2166
Life on the streets was tough, but so was I. The dark and gritty underbelly of Earth's cities all had their share of dangers, teeth that would tear apart the weak, unprepared, and naive. All those years of suppressed anger and all the beatings I took fueled my resolve to survive, if not live.
My fists became my tools, my wits my weapon. I had a natural talent for fighting and when desperation hit I could even manage some biotics. I was no longer the little girl that used to cower in her corner afraid, she had disappeared. The streets were my home now, it led or pushed me where it wished.
I thrived in this environment, the challenges, dangers and thrills all pushing my limits. It was my personal playground. The people that lived down here always underestimated me; they either thought I was easy prey or they thought I was no threat at all. I used this to my advantage, blending in and feigning innocence, I stole from them what I needed. I was the perfect little thief, small, quiet, quick, and undetectable. I slipped in and out of tight spaces like vents with ease.
When I ran into trouble I couldn't handle, I didn't flee as much as it might have looked that way to them. I led them on a merry little chase, using my environment against them, outsmarting and outmaneuvering them. With this I started gaining a reputation, and the attention of the underground gangs.
The Sirens, an all female gang with some of the strongest biotics around. The Black Jacks, an old gang still kicking from pre-space flight times, the best street fighters still to this day, as well as the owners of the local fight clubs. The Iron Horsemen, biggest underground army of mechs and the most talented hackers. And the Tenth Street Reds, the gang with the highest body count and bloodiest history.
They all had developed an interest in me, as a biotic and a unpredictable fighter rank with potential, I was a wanted addition.