Skoya Joringer
Minmatar Sebiestor
Last ActiveJun 3, 2019
BirthdayApr 5, 2012 (14 years old)
Next BirthdayApr 5, 2027 (162 days)
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Danger Ratio100%
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Balance-13817029
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Name: Skoya Joringer
Nation: Minmatar-Sebiestor, Joringer Tribe
Origin: Ammatar Mandate, Futzchag VII
Age: 33
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 115lbs
Body Type: Skinny-Fat
Hair: Copper-Blonde
Eyes: Hazel-Green
Skoya was born into poverty on Futzchag VII in the Ammatar Mandate, part of the Joringer diaspora in the Derelik Region. After a youth of scraping by on the edge of starvation with gig work and petty crime, she was arrested by Thukker Tribe security and put on the auction block at the slave market in the Thukker Mix Factory station in orbit around Futzchag II. The abuse she suffered in Thukker custody eroded the last of her ethnic loyalty to the Matari nations, and inspired in her a lasting hatred for Thukkers in particular. She was sold to an Amarr industrialist-adventurer who fitted her with capsuleer implants. Skoya was an intelligent, independent-minded young woman, and it took a year of implant-induced rewards and punishments to break her will. She was despondent, but another Matari slave helped her through it. By the third year she admitted to herself that the only thing she didn't like about roaming the stars with that small company of adventurers was the manner in which she joined them, that and the bitchy Caldari girl who was the only one who treated her like a slave. Skoya was terrified the first time she died, but afterwards in the deep dark of the asteroid fields she watched the glare of her mining lasers and reflected that her body that had suffered so was much was gone, and all that remained were her memories. Now she ponders that since her enslavement, she has gone more places than she ever knew existed, moved in circles that would never have been accessible to an impoverished Futzchag brat, forged a career as a capsuleer, lived in more luxury and security than she ever dreamed possible, and all she had to do was kneel. Sometimes thinking about this keeps her from sleeping, but she has come to the conclusion that sometimes silver linings are hard to see.
Nation: Minmatar-Sebiestor, Joringer Tribe
Origin: Ammatar Mandate, Futzchag VII
Age: 33
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 115lbs
Body Type: Skinny-Fat
Hair: Copper-Blonde
Eyes: Hazel-Green
Skoya was born into poverty on Futzchag VII in the Ammatar Mandate, part of the Joringer diaspora in the Derelik Region. After a youth of scraping by on the edge of starvation with gig work and petty crime, she was arrested by Thukker Tribe security and put on the auction block at the slave market in the Thukker Mix Factory station in orbit around Futzchag II. The abuse she suffered in Thukker custody eroded the last of her ethnic loyalty to the Matari nations, and inspired in her a lasting hatred for Thukkers in particular. She was sold to an Amarr industrialist-adventurer who fitted her with capsuleer implants. Skoya was an intelligent, independent-minded young woman, and it took a year of implant-induced rewards and punishments to break her will. She was despondent, but another Matari slave helped her through it. By the third year she admitted to herself that the only thing she didn't like about roaming the stars with that small company of adventurers was the manner in which she joined them, that and the bitchy Caldari girl who was the only one who treated her like a slave. Skoya was terrified the first time she died, but afterwards in the deep dark of the asteroid fields she watched the glare of her mining lasers and reflected that her body that had suffered so was much was gone, and all that remained were her memories. Now she ponders that since her enslavement, she has gone more places than she ever knew existed, moved in circles that would never have been accessible to an impoverished Futzchag brat, forged a career as a capsuleer, lived in more luxury and security than she ever dreamed possible, and all she had to do was kneel. Sometimes thinking about this keeps her from sleeping, but she has come to the conclusion that sometimes silver linings are hard to see.
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