22 years ago, I was born a slave.

Mother was a slave. I have no father. Forbidden to lay with a man as she was bound to the master's wife as a personal servent, She declared me a miracle, for which the mistress beat my mother nearly to her deatbed.

Master treated me well, although a slave I recieved healthy food and was seen to by the Master's own physician when I fell ill. I would have died of the fever if he had not cured me.

When Master died we were willed to a corporation in Caldari space. It was a route to freedom, Though he could not free me himself, his dying wish was to free me, and my mother.

I hold no ill will of the Amarr, and this has made me somewhat of an outcast in my new home with my people. They refer to me as a traitor. For this reason, I go to make my home with the Gallente after graduation. I wish mother was alive, as she had fallen ill on the trip to Oinken and no physician seemed able to revive her.