☯Once a sharp-tongued Caldari business prodigy with a ruthless edge for hostile takeovers, Momo Ohaya's corporate career came to a screeching halt after an infamous staff party involving illegal boosters, a Guristas-themed dance floor, and a very expensive misclick on a Titan contract. Now blind from a mysterious "experimental synth cocktail" and perpetually buzzed on smuggled Anaconda Malt Liquor, Momo pilots her ship by instinct, spite, and whatever her half-broken ship AI mumbles at her.
She roams New Eden solo, drifting from system to system in a beat-up cruiser that’s more minibar than warship. Blind, half-sloshed, and armed with questionable decision-making, Momo somehow keeps finding new ways to cause just enough chaos to stay interesting. She’s the kind of capsuleer who crashes shareholder meetings for the free snacks, haggles with smugglers over novelty socks, and accidentally starts bar brawls by asking the wrong pirate if his ship compensates for something. Her life may be one long detour from responsibility, but Momo’s having a blast—and if the ship explodes? well, that one didnt count anyway...☯