Former Chef at a swanky place over in Inghenges, The Butchers Dog, famed for it's Knfarl steaks from Bourynes. I was unceremoniously sacked for, allegedly, sleeping with the bosses wife, her mother and the family pet Garauntasor. Well, there might have been some under the table trade in fissile material as well, but it was barely proven before I absconded, er set forth seeking new horizons in New Eden.

Man, those Garauntasors are wild...

Destined to never work in a kitchen again, I lurk around the vasts tracts of space, listening to dodgy Alillerian ultra-cowboysynth covers of major Nullsec groovsters, such as Pinko Bob and Ultarian Unitarian Motherflumpers, mining cheap crap from asteroids and getting low level deals from Agents that are barely this side of legal.

I eat a lot of canned food...

*sigh*