The Lightfoot line was a respected one, one of wealth and nobility, one that served the Gallente well.

The Daughter of the house, a silver haired tomboy who followed only her own rules was exiled quickly at the age of 15 after an incident involving slaver hounds, crash and 14 janitors.

An Apostate of the family and someone on the run, the little Lightfoot found it hard, that was until she was first immersed in the ambiotic fluid of her new life inside a pod. Here, she flourished, wreaking untold fury upon her bloodline, or as she saw it, her previous captors. All were slaughtered.

Now the only surviving Lightfoot,\xa0 she is omnipotent of the title. She flies with a ragtag, those she enjoys, those she plays with and those that facilitate her insatiable desire to kill.

Little Ms Lightfoot has grown up. She rides her hair high, her wits sharp and her mouth grinding, crash being the favourite. She doesn't suffer fools but lays suffering upon them.