| You grew up on the special streets of the great Diamond City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. Having heard many rumors about how Wibbleshire was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gangsters (who had already looted and burned the villages of Phlegm, Klatch, and Pig-in-a-Poke), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the thigh of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you got your foot caught in a crocodile's mouth and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to hose down all the Siamese fighting fish in your hometown of Madlib. So you kept going, right into the wagon wash of the evil Overlord Diablolo. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your skull handed to you.
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