Having grown up in some of the poorer streets of London, Robert E. O. Speedwagon learned early on a couple of things: to be rough, to survive, and to make good allies. A good friend was worth the risk, and it was worth making quality friends, even in the gutter. In his older youth years, he would even come across a wealthier young man who had deigned to grace his Ogre Street neighborhood with his presence. He thought little of the man...until he put on an honorable display in combat against his gang. Seeing a true gentleman shine through in a dark circumstance, Speedwagon ordered his men back off, and helped how he could. Seeing the light...and seeing how this was no life to lead, even taking the high road as often as he could, he found a more useful outlet for his pent-up frustrations, and a more constructive means of trying to get ahead in life. Something that wouldn't require too much education. So he took to hockey, a sport that wasn't already poisoned by ruffians or snobs as were more popular sports in the UK. In taking up the sport, he found his people once more.