He will prove them wrong. Perhaps he already has.. He knows not but it seems to be the drive that pushes him ever onward. They keep telling him it is the cycle, that it will change and all will be better once he is reborn. He is one. Or thought he was. Though with a face that seems to carry little charisma and aura, he wonder if he was just plain cursed instead.

The move into the military gave him the freedom. That, and of course, the drugs. Those little boosters that pushes his senses beyond those of normal humans. As if he ever is normal.. All that's gone now.

He is a clone. One of the many that were re-activated after another fiery death in space. Running errands for his master. He should be a master.. not a servant. But the deal was just too good.. The boosters, the endless supply of them. And the ISK. Do whatever it takes. He wasn't wanted anyways, never properly fitting in the organisations that he had joined.

Never truly. Never wanted. Till now.