A renegade gonzo journalist forced to return to NullSec space after having exhausted a substantial advance from a publisher without completing the books required by contract. After five years of effective retirement as a drunken hermit in a compound found in the depths of Paragon Soul, I returned to Empire Space to complete the books, taking up work for an urban newspaper to support my writing, and find myself battling political corruption at the highest level.

Taming the mess of narrative in my mind is proving time consuming, if it weren’t for the endless years of clones stretching out before me I'd never got the book finished. So much injustice and political corruption - I fight for the little guy, the downtrodden and oppressed. I like to cause mischief for those that take from the honest and hard working.

Heavy drug use, which I make no attempt to conceal, as well as being a chain smoker and heavy drinker, I use an extensive and bewildering variety of drugs ranging from mild stimulants, intellect enhancers and mood-altering drugs. Sure I may use foul language, especially when combining the word "fuck" with other words to make new and amusing insults, but hey, ya' gotta' love a good curse! I'm easily angered, my displays of temper ranging from mild verbal outbursts to violent physical assault. Cutting up space rocks with lasers calms the mind a little I guess...

However, despite my temper and contempt for the Empire as a whole, I'm often seen to treat innocents (particularly children, elderly, the poor…) with kindness and care.

I grew up around the docks of Jita IV with drunken parents as an only child. My father drove a city shuttle and my mother was a housewife who cooked lizards for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I returned to the docks as an adult to see that everyone was gone and the docks were abandoned and vowed to never forget my childhood there.