“We aren’t the criminals — we are the consequence.”



Born in the shadows of forgotten bureaucracies and raised under the flickering neon of backwater stations, Raze Velan never asked for a better life — he took it.



Once a small-time smuggler ferrying booster stock for petty warlords, Raze’s first encounter with the Angel Cartel wasn’t a recruitment — it was a trial by fire. Captured. Interrogated. Broken. But when he revealed a knack for navigating both databanks and deadly ambushes, the Cartel saw something worth molding.



Inducted into the Salvation Masters, the cartel’s secretive elite charged with recovering lost Talocan and Jovian tech, Raze quickly rose through the underworld ranks. Ruthless, composed, and eerily methodical, his reputation as a “ghost with guns” grew with every intercepted convoy and every vanished black-ops operative. His neural interfaces are rumored to be laced with outlawed enhancements, salvaged from the ruins of Serpentis experiments gone too far — and he wouldn’t have it any other way.



Now a capsuleer, he pilots Cartel vessels not just with skill, but with devotion. Each ship is a sermon, each killmail a scripture. Whether he’s hunting interdiction fleets in lowsec or escorting illegal biotech across null, Raze fights for one purpose:



The future is built on ruin — and he intends to be its architect.