Pass the Whis Key

Whis Key was born on July 25th 2086 in Los Angeles, Federated States of America. While born to a rather poor family, they were still able to put food on the table and send him to school. Growing up was a bit rough, life in the Federated States of America not exactly being the best considering it's a modern day wild west, but at the very least he was happy. He was known to be quite the good guy, always helping people out and being rather brave. That's not how he sees it though, as he describes himself as a self-serving coward which somehow gets in situations such as these. Stopping a bully? He actually just tripped on his laces and knocked him out. Saving a cat from a tree for a little girl? He was actually trying to get a kite he flew into the tree, and the cat jumped onto his face. His reputation preceded him however, and everyone expected him to be a rather good guy, so he had no choice but to keep up the act (Although the very pretty girls did help a bit in his choice). Despite his self deprecation however, he is in fact rather brave and compassionate. Prospects for him were low after school, with him being unable to be sent to college or university due to his family wealth. So, at the very young age of eighteen, he decided to join the FSA militia.

If he knew just what he was getting into, he would have jumped into the darkest hole instead of walking into that recruitment office.

Boot camp in short, was rough. Whis Key, by nature, was pretty lazy so all the orders and early wake-ups seemed like hell to him. But, due to his reputation he decided to keep to it with a bright smile and persisted through the whole thing. This made his reputation only rise in the eyes of his boot-mates, which made him have to put up more of an appearance. When choosing what to spec in, he decided to become a medic, thinking that it was a rather easy job that not only paid well but had all sorts of hot ladies. Of course, that's when he realised in his first combat situation how bad his choice was. He wanted to cower, far away from any frontline and away from all the bloodshed. But instead, his choice led him to be arms deep in some poor bastard in some rusted shack. Instead of quitting like some people, he decided that he was stuck, and chose to stay. Was it for the money? The pretty girls? The feeling for adventure? It was a mix of all three, and combined with the reputation he was getting as a reliable and great guy, he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

That was, until a couple years later he got an offer to join up with Corsair Private Security as a medic, getting an offer from an old squadmate who joined up with them some time ago. Soon after, he was making a lot more money as a contractor, wondering why he ever joined up with the militia in the first place.

This is when he took up using a sword. Initially, it was just to show off but he actually got some skill in using it after a few choice encounters and met a master.

After some years of being a medic in Corsair, he retired with a good amount of money, deciding that instead of fighting in wars he should become a well paid doctor. As such, he went back home and paid for his own education, going to a medical school. After many years of hijinks and insane studying, he was able to graduate and become a General Practitioner. He soon found a job using his connections, and was paid well for a while. However... Even away from the battlefield, he unconsciously always felt the itch for battle and adventure.

This soon led him to his most recent choice.

The Federated states of America, as most know it, is the modern day Wild West. However, after living and fighting in that harsh land he decided to go elsewhere. He chose Metropolis, thinking that he'll have better prospects. What better place than what should be the heartbeat of the entire world? He also wants to seek out this Sanctuary place, as since it's the safest place in Metropolis he should probably stay near there.

He got a citizenship, and then a job application, and then set off with nothing but the a suitcase full of his stuff and a gifted katana.