Origin: Unofficially – Caldari Prime. Officially – no one knows.
Affiliation: Neutral. Trusts no one but himself.
Role: Miner. Survivor. A legend among asteroid belts.
Ship of Choice: Always changing. But if you see his Procurer — run. That means he's ready to fight.

Biography:
Rumors swirl around Derien. Some say he once led an elite strike team in a forgotten war. Others whisper that his entire crew vanished in deep space — and he returned alone, silent and changed.

One thing’s certain: Derien doesn’t just mine ore — he listens to the song of the asteroids. And when he mines, space itself holds its breath.

Beneath his calm miner’s demeanor lies the mind of a mercenary, sharpened by countless blood-soaked low-sec engagements. Cross paths with him in a wormhole and you'll either be saved… or salvaged.

Quote:
"I don't go looking for trouble... but sometimes it jumps into my belt and starts acting like the boss."

Fun Facts:

Left three women in three systems — still gets contracts from them.

His drones are feared by other drones. One even became a philosopher after meeting him.

The only capsuleer fined by CONCORD not for illegal activity, but for having too epic eyebrows in his portrait.