Molded almost from birth, Amenadiel, the fiftheenth in his familial line, was groomed to be a man of great faith and an even greater thinker. His theological constructs were thought provoking and nigh impregnable against any doctrinal or dogmatic challenge. He, indeed, would have been one of the greatest defenders of the faith either from the hallowed halls of academe or from the pulpit.

No one knows what prompted him to one morning appear at the office of the Supreme Chancellor bearing a neatly folded pile of robes and badges of his station, which he silently laid at the Chancellor's feet and equally silently took his leave of the office and the University. He then vanished without a trace from New Eden...

Five years later, he appeared at an office in an out of the way outpost of the Sisters of EVE. He now bore the markings and mechanical nodes of a capsuleer, along with a look of resolve and stoicism that immediately put everyone on their guard. The post Matron asked how they could help him and he simply said, "I'm looking for work".
With a practiced eye, she assessed his capabilities through his demeanor and unspoken visual cues. He was obviously educated, but she also observed scars and callouses associated with exceptionally rigorous martial training. That and a smoldering intensity in his eyes told her that he was a man on a mission. One that would ultimately define him, or destroy him.
All of this took place in the span of several seconds, but she knew that she had also been measured, weighed and mentally catalogued. His eyes missed nothing. Despite his inherently dangerous journey of self-discovery and the obvious torment of unknown demons... He intrigued her.

In a moment, she made a decision that would not only affect them both, but would affect the very future of New Eden itself. She paused a moment, straightened and said, "Come, Capsuleer. I may have something for you"...