Growing up in a mob family isn't easy. Growing up in a mob family with 8 siblings all slated to become part of the business is even tougher. For someone like sheepish, non conflictive Namir, whose interests were more along the lines of "having tea parties" and "dollhouses", it was beyond tough, leading him to look for work in Blackmoon's mercenaries for some kind of recognition. When even there he found himself under appreciated and worse still, working with really bad people, he resolved to carve out a destiny for his own in heroism, both figuratively and literally! His wristblade, a stolen prototype from Blackmoon's R&D will certainly cut out any mocking of his pastimes!