I remember my parents being taken; my father for his strong back, to the mines, my mother for her comeliness, to be a house pet...

I remember learning of the destruction of the ship upon which they were being hauled; Freedom Fighters attempted to liberate the slaves therein...

I remember when I first realized I was happy for their deaths; that they did not have to suffer endlessly within the mines, or worse...

...and I took my name, for the elation of my despair.


In my travels I have found Minmatar that would sell their own mothers to slavers for a few isk, and I've found Amarrians who'd rather be a slave than own one...

Evil is not race specific, but rather crosses all boundaries save one.
I strive to stay upon the right, yet recognize that strive as I might to stay, I do stray.

My ship, the Delight O'Dread, and I, may be found in the shadows... ...watching... ...waiting...