Handsome, a bit noble looking, and quite the dashing scar. What's the story behind that?

Oh, well, you know how it goes. Do a few jobs here, dabble in a few contracts there, possibly biting off a bit more than you can chew on one or two of them and unintentionally making a few enemies. One such corp decided to hire a few thugs to 'ruff' me up a bit during a celebratory drink at a then local pub to kindly convince me to get my tail offworld. Being the gentleman I offered them a drink, heard what they had to say and politely declined their benefactor's message. Then BAM! You never truly know the weight of a mug before one slaps you across the wedge. Chaos erupts, glasses start flying, punches are getting thrown about, some with rather sharp and illegal contraband. However, through the thick of it all and while taking down one or two of them myself, I managed a victorious escape!.. as well as a bloody nose and hefty headache.

On the plus side, you've got a bad-ass scar and macho story for the ladies and/or gents at the next bar.