Although I studied music and fine arts, all I ever wanted was to pilot a spaceship.

My uncle Mothe started out as a merc, and had a very interesting life. He used to tell me stories about war and discovery, and the pilots who worked for him (later, when he founded his own corporation). When he died, a few years ago, I made my decision and applied to the CAS.

I do not pursue a career at war, but I want to try a few professions, mining, hauling, exploration. I still have time to choose the right path. What matters now is that I am finally a capsuleer.

UPDATE:
I was in a freak accident during my last cloning and lost most of my long-term memory. The statement above does not make much sense any more. Even my face is different from what I recall. I found I have a lot of skills, a couple of ships, and some wealth, but no memory of living in space. It's like a kind of involuntary tabula rasa. Time to start again.

New life, new hopes.