Much like space, my childhood was cold and desolate. Don't for a second pitty that fact, as it is all I know. I learned of survival and strength back then. I learned of the cruel meaning of my existance. It has only made me stronger. In my teenage and early adult years I found many who could not accept this truth, and I taught them the way I learned... by being destroyed. In this universe, it is kill or be killed. This is why I am a capsuleer. I will train until I reach perfection in survivability. Every wormhole is my oyster, and every system my playground. I build my empire from the remains of my enemy's ships, and thrive on thier anguish. Pure selfish passion guides me closer to a more perfect assassin. Attention to detail while a drive for efficiency creates a machine-like personality with a firey primal passion shining around it.

I started off my capsuleer life by killing pirates in order to show them that thier true weakness is greed. Races tend to stick together and form helpfull societies so they are a much harder target. They are also more lucritive. It is more of a herd mentality. The same thing that makes them strong, is also thier weakest point. All you need is a second leader. Increase tension between them and show initiative and loyalty until the original leader breaks. Show them that you are a stronger leader. Never ask to lead, let them think that they made that decision. That is when you strike. It will be hard because your mind is programmed to be weak. It will tell you to be kind and help. Just as I have explained this to you; however, there are others who think like me. They will not hesitate. Then you will be the one left with nothing. It is not personal. If you make things personal you will have a controlling point and anger will stray you from your survival. Stay focused, be persuasive, and most importantly learn from your mistakes. It's you or them. Who is it going to be?