| You grew up on the perishable 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. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Pig-in-a-Poke just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Warrior Krampus, who had poisoned the town's ferret population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen orphans with your groin trapped in a gelatinous cube. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the shoggoth showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to tidy all the earwig in your hometown of Madlib. So you kept going, right into the granary of the evil Marquis Englebert. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your lower back handed to you.
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