Carolina sighed, he really never wanted to share his story but screw it, they were friends now and he need to, he grabbed a plate of food and walked over to the table. "Alright I'll go next." He spoke softly brushing his hair nervously with his hand. "I grew up on Earth, along the coastal islands just below Virginia, right inside the state I'm named for. Anyway about age 14 my parents had an IQ test set up for me, I'd been complaining about my teachers and making straight A's all my life. Turns out I was prodigy when it came back, so I started taking college classes after school the same here, of course my classmates at High school really didn't like me being the resident genius so after a couple weeks gang of about ten beat up, chucked me in a dumpster, my younger sister came and fished me out. Well after that I put some time in after school training at a local boxing gym, next time they came back well five had bloody nose's and the rest ran." 

He chuckled taking a couple bites of food. "So after that I sort just coast through, got a scholarship to Yale and took off, I graduated with two PhD's in psychiatry, while I was there however well my parents couldn't afford my last  year at Yale so I had to take assistance from the military. So I became lieutenant, I toured the galaxy fighting battles and leading troops under one general or another. Until I got promoted and reassigned, they faked my death and moved me over to special operations where I conducted torture-less interrogations, I convinced people to help me save lives or failing that just said things and got read then went from there to beat him. I was actually about to finally get out when I got sent here, apparently the military wants to keep from returning home and telling my family I'm not dead." He pushed meal away and looked down, a hard story to tell, hell didn't even know if he family was alive.