Mirina

My early life was spent wedged between cargo containers, sneaking across docks to watch capsuleers board their ships. I wasn’t fascinated by their glory — I was fascinated by the moment right before they undocked. Fear, ambition, arrogance… you could see worlds written in their eyes. That’s the moment I decided I’d be one of them.

The academy told me I was ideal Gallente material: adaptable, observant, reckless enough to exploit an opening but clever enough not to die in it. I found early comfort in the hum of drones and the elegant brutality of hybrid weaponry — not because I wanted to fight, but because I wanted control. Control of the grid, the field, and most importantly, my story.

I began in high-sec, running belts and scanning signatures in quiet constellations where the only company you got were the same pirates you were paid to exterminate. Belt rats taught me patience; wrecks taught me ingenuity. I hauled loot in ships that barely deserved to fly, until eventually I could afford hulls that were mine, not rented or borrowed. My heart still belongs to Gallente metal: Vexor, Dominix, Stratios — ships that feel more alive than half the capsuleers I’ve met.

I don’t believe in shortcuts — but I do believe in luck, and I believe we make our own.

These days, I keep to my own rhythm: ratting and salvaging when I need quiet isk, hunting data and relic sites when I feel clever, and ignoring advice whenever it gets too loud. I’ve learned not to bow to Amarrians, not to trust Caldari contracts on principle, and to never assume a Minmatar ship is broken just because it’s on fire — sometimes they fly better that way.

I’ve seen fleets torn apart, and I’ve flown alone for months just to watch an entire nebula shift colors through a polarized viewport. I fight when I must. I run when I’m smarter. I smile whenever I hear someone whisper that I’m lucky — because that usually means I’ve just walked away from something that should have killed me.

I am Mirina —
Gallente by blood, explorer by heart, pilot by choice, and eternal believer that somewhere just one jump away is everything I haven’t yet become.