Born to unknown parents, Tachia found her way into slavery as little more than a mere infant. Her earliest memories consist of hard labour, meagre meals and the claustrophobic confines of criminal operated ceruleum mines. Her earnest work and willingness to endure garnered the favour of her outlaw captors, earning her the right to an education her peers were ill-afforded. She took solace in the few pilfered books provided to her, relishing in a particular tale of a virtuous gunslinger battling against the odds.
Holding on to a waning slither of hope, she toiled away for multiple summers, knowing nothing more than a life in captivity by lamplight. Everything changed with the arrival of a Tonawawtan man in a scuffed leather hat which partially masked his scarred visage, his darkened silhouette accentuated by a long, tattered poncho which concealed a matte black revolver.
He cut an awe-inspiring presence as though he leapt from the pages of her vaunted fiction, tearing through the disorganized banditry with nary a bullet out of place. Fixated on emulating her rescuer, she begged the man to teach her to fend for herself.