Hanging out in his red-striped boxers and blue bathrobe, carrying a rolled up magazine in one hand and a broken tennis racket in the other, Djarath roams the galaxy in search of the mythical space weasels while mining minerals, ice, and rum from other pilots. His exploits range far and wide within his own mind. Having been to the edges of the galaxy and run out of alcohol too many times, his mind has grasped onto the last tiny perch of sanity, but he is slowly, ever so slowly, slipping over the edge, thanks to his brother Ceasar.

Looking for a medium-sized corp. I'm mostly industrial based. Can run up to (some) level 4 missions. Love to mine and have lots of assets to bring to the table. Message me if you're looking for an experianced player.