In his early twenties, Hamato Yoshi was every bit the nightmare Shadowrunners fear. Imperialist, racist, ruthless, full of all the corporate Bushido drek. Born a street kid in Chiba, Yoshi jumped at the chance for fortune and honor when his grades and tenacity earned him a scholarship with Renraku. Because of his low social rank, his only real opportunity was to attend The Forge.

He endured their two year training program, before being trained to function in a five man squad for the next year and a half. Her performed his duties well for a number of years, when just by circumstance, he was assigned to an executive who had to travel to Seattle for extended business with the Renraku UCAS branch.

While there, one of his duties was protecting the man's rambunctious and willful daughter when she went out clubbing and slumming in Touristville. And while Yoshi was skilled and perceptive enough to keep away the more obvious dangers, he missed it when she purchased Novacoke from one of the people she was dancing with. She overdosed in the bathroom of Dante's Inferno. Thoroughly disgraced, and with a powerful angry executive to hurry the process, Yoshi was removed from the Red Samurai, and fired from Renraku.

Stranded in a foreign country, disgraced, and surrounded by Metahumans he once despised, the next few years were rather hard for Yoshi. His prejudices and iron-clad codes of iron crumbled in the reality of the real world, and crushing poverty. True, he could always utilize his skills to work as a mercenary to survive, but for the longest time he was loath too. It was only when he was completely broke, homeless, and living in a homeless camp of all kinds of metahumans did his heart start to change, and he become more open-minded. He decided to set aside his old honor, and embrace a new code.

He's since embraced diversity, and the rage of the oppressed and downtrodden. And in that time he's become a Shadowrunner, adopting the insult they threw at him the day he was fired as his name...