Jack of all trades, Master of none. Yeah that pretty much sums me up. I still can't fingure out what I want to be when I grow up. Until then I spend my days in High Sec space mining some here, salavaging some there. Need a letter deliverd? How about a dirty deed (done dirt cheap). All I need is enough credits to get me a jug of Gallenteian Rum and I'm good.

And before you ask, the answer is yes. I'm self-righteous, meddling, pompous and tiresome. Simply put I'm Gallentean.

My motto? I might not be good ... but I'm slow.