Strafe was brought into existence in a small village in Russia named Kimzha. 

She didnt have parents. She just...existed one day. She was always alone. 
That is until she met Irina. They met in the heart of the village. 

Strafe was stealing food from the local towns people. Irina joined her because she was in a similar situation.

Irina's parents had passed from a sickness a few years ago. So they bonded. 
They were no longer alone. 

Years passed, The two always stayed friends. They always talked about eventually leaving their small village to see the world. 

And eventually, They were able to do just that. The two scrapped up enough money from doing odd jobs to make a trip to Moscow. They were both so happy. 

They traveled by carrige to the city where they took in all the sights. They eventually got a nice hotel room to stay a nights to enjoy the city life. The future was bright. 

Or so they thought. 

The hotel was next to a bank. The two girls were coming back from having fun, When suddenly they hear gunshots. The Bank was being robbed by thugs. The two ducked under a bench hoping it would save them. 
Unfourtunately it was too little too late. A stray bullet piereced Irina in the head, Killing her instantly. 
Strafe looked in horror as the body of her friend fell too ground with a thud. Strafes eyed widened, Tears welling up in here eyes. "No...." She said. 
Strafe cried for help. Tears streaming down her face as she hugged her friends lifeless body.  
The police tried to help her calm down but to no avail. 

Later that night she took Irina's corpse back to the village and had a funeral of one behind her small hut. 

She started shaking with tears streaming down her face. Then... All that could be heard in her head was a "CRACK"

Her mind shattered. All she could do was laugh as the tears continued to fall. She ran into the hut and grabbed a knife, Slicing into her face. All the while laughing with the tears in her eyes. She looked at her reflection in the metal of knife. She then grinned a toothy smile. gigglng as she looked for a baseball bat. 
She found one after murdering the neighbors next door. She jammed nails into it. The taste of murder to her was sweet. 
Then she got an idea. She decided to go back to Moscow to find the ones who killed her friend and take her revenge. 

After doing some digging she found out the guys were part of the Bratva, AKA The Russian Mafia. 

Eventually she found their headquaters, Ran up to it and took out the guards outside. Then went inside and started a blood bath. 

Ripping and tearing through the Bratva members like they were butter. She eventually found the guy who killed Irina. The man begged for forgivness. But Strafe just kicked him in the face. Then tried running, But was taken down after Strafe pulled threw her bat at him, it piercing him the head just as the bullet did Irina. 

All she could do was laugh. She had gotten revenge. But her appitite for murder wasnt quenched. 
She went on a killing spree. Basically becoming the "Jack The Ripper"of Russia. 
Eventually She killed thousands. including the ones from her village. 

That is until one day Avarice appeared in front of her. Avarice had ties to the Bratva, That's where he got alot of his metal and money among other things for his company. Back then they manufactured cars.

"I sense you and I are the same. We both carry the blood of SIN in our veins. Cursed by GOD HIMSELF to embody sin. Were practically siblings...." Avarice held out his hand to her. "Why not come be my assassin. You can still kill without rampaging. A controlled killer. Gluttony" 

Strafe hesitated for a second, then thought about it. She could kill people she had never killed before. She could do more than just rampage, She could make a name for herself as a killer. 


Strafe eventually agreed and worked as Avarice's assassin.