Mercurial by nature and erratic to the core, Meri is aimless at best and doomed at worst. Freed from the confines of oppression and overwhelmed by choice. With a plethora of possibilities before him and no single direction to adhere to, the stars call and adventure awaits. Fleeing on any craft he can get his shaking hands on with the intent of pilfering any and all things not nailed down. And even then, he'll take the nails to repurpose or supply to the highest bidder.

Ever since the Tattooing ceremony Meriadoch has sought solace among the stars far away from his homelands and Clansmen, favoring self-interest far beyond the political exploints of the Minmatar Republic and the constant search for vengeance against the Amaar. While certainly hot-headed and quick to provoke into retalliation- he resists the urge to slake a thirst for revenge against a people long ago and far away in time when plenty of slavers of all types stand among the galaxy and need to be destroyed.

While at a time eager to fight alongside of the Gurristas to slake this thirst of bloodshed and murder for the Caldari and the Amaar, since then those sails have been torn and privateering was brought to an end and into the reigns of the Republic once more. Redepmtive to a fault, only the jacket bears the dark mark of this one-time employer.

A space-cowboy on the move, Home is where the Trade Federations do the best business and allies are only those that aren't going to lead to his latest clone getting blown up. But at the end of the day as long as the ISK is good it helps build towards his dream cruiser to sail the stars free of the shackles of politics, then so be it.

Current pastimes; Mining on slow periods, and Distribution contracts when the business is good.

Freedom over all, for Peace or War. Aut Pax Aut Bellum

Preferred Ship: Minmatar Thrasher