I am a simple Amarr commoner; no special titles, no illusions of ego. My father Brutus was a commoner who worked for a Holder and was in charge of the care and education of the slaves the Holder owned. My father was a bright man, and educated man, a man of God. He lived his life by His Holy Word and held those slaves in his care to the same standard. My father was murdered by those same ungrateful slaves he sought to educate and uplift.

After his death I was both enraged and grately saddened. I couldn't believe that the galaxie was so heretical that it would murder those sent to save it. I journey out into the depths of null space to discover the truth, even joining corperations, although never fighting, just observing.

My father was right. The galaxy is full of the most loathsome and dispicable men and women who must be made low. Having seen this, I have pledged not my life, for it is not mine to pledge, but this mortal form to the military service to God and the Empress.