At the age of six, I walked through the door of my hab quarters with a torn shirt and a
bloody lip and met the knowing gaze of my mentor. I stood there, eyes locked with hers,
feeling confused and angry. I didn't understand why the other kids in the colony hated me.

"Your conciousness is an old one that everyone will fear. Get used to it." she
said calmly,
"Come, have something to eat."

I entered capsuleer life the day our colony was destroyed by Caldari mercenaries. Part of
my mind, previously elusive, took over and killed three of them while I watched through
eyes no longer my own. I have traveled many places since then and have witnessed many
wonderous and terrible things. Some events seem to provoke streams of righteous admonition
administered with a wide eyed, hollow stare.

Only my friends call me "Preacher".