She scratches for a living, raising an empire from the dust. Her followers, many and varied, are all fiercely loyal to her principles and ideoligy. Born to a dead mother, her father unknown, dragged away to work the ethos mines at nine years of age. She lost her mind from the dirt and strain, torn on two by the rough hands of oversized and inderfed men. Is it really that surprising that she grew up bitter and vicious? Secretly, VERY secretly, she cares for her tag-along gang. Her pain has entered her blood and hardened it to steel, and she takes no prisoners. Once, her grandmother called her Jana. Now she is known only as the Barbed-Wire Princess.