Mercutio is a pilot stuck in the... wrong age, you might say. Despite being a capsuleer his mannerisms and conduct are more suited to an old-fashioned medieval-era soldier. He prefers piloting small, cheap craft that don't cost much to replace (upon realizing clones effectively allowed him to die as much as he wishes), relying on their agility to dance in and out of harm's way,

Enjoys instant noodles, sweets, supporting allies and comfy mining in his Venture. Dislikes bitter foods, those who abuse their power against the helpless, and hornets.