Trist Ahalou:
DOB: Unknown
Origin: Ahalou expanse

Trist awoke deep in cold space amongst a debris field some salvagers happened upon. Her tribe were the Ahalou; bold, independent- extremely secretive. Most know only of their name, but few know of their fury.

The salvagers didn't think her nothing more than just another capsuleer and dropped her off at a starport near by.

Having remembered little of her past, her instints for survival kicked in quickly. War is all she ever knew, but she hasn't found a home - farming her time to big military corporations because the taxes are right, and she gets to do what she's good at.

She dies. A lot. Each death more painful than the last. How much ISK was she willing to risk this time. Maybe the fear of death is what kept her coming back, the way you forget how awful death can be. The sharp reminder like a red-hot poker through your skull.

Cloning never bothered Trist- she felt it a natural part of life. What is death anyways? What's the point if it all just ends?

Why was she left in a pile of space trash? Who are her people, who betrayed her? She'll never stop looking for answers