"My Sire always said not to play with explosives, stay out of trouble, follow the rule. My whole life was planned out for me after I joined the Fahrar. I would enter the Iron Legion, join some "warband" then be off on my way to die in a war I know nothing about. My life was pretty normal until the "incident". I was out one day during weapons training. Our instructors gave us an assortment of bombs and grenades to learn about. Well... let us just say my impulse got the better of me and I ended up blowing up the entire site. I lost my left hand and eye in the explosion and was then expelled from the Fahrar.
Kicked out of the Black Citadel and considered an outcast by my fellow Charr. I was left to wander the wilderness alone. I did what I could to survive, and I ended up in the far crystal desert to try and escape the main conflicts in Central Tyria. That was, until Balthazar came. I've been forced out of hiding, and If I want to keep what little peace I've managed to scrape for myself out here, I'll have to get back into the fight."