A man who grew up hearing of such a thing but never feeling or appreciating it, this is his story in his fights. Growing up in another time much different than our own. His name was taken from him, he mocked what they called honor and lost all he had that was a symbol of anything good, hope. He lost other things as well as his family, the one he loved and helped create. With nothing to be changed he can't give up hope. Fighting is his last hope to continue on and its not for sport. In a heavy technological society he has to keep upgraded with his arsenal but will it be worth it?