I am a descendant of a long line of artists who gave up on their dreams. Generations who looked back at their ancient ancestor Jenasys, whose art didn't survive the test of time, her name only known to her descendants, and thought 'look how great we used to be'.
I am determined to break the streak of failure, to shake the mediocrity from my veins and be something. All the skills I have I owe to my parents, brilliant people who spent their lives hiding their talents from the universe. They buckled under the pressure and chose a steady, safe life when they could have had adventure. My parents will be last of my blood to lie down, to shy from danger, to deny their destinies.
Having always loved art and the beauty of the unknown I took to stars after being granted my capsuleer license. I will follow the siren song of wormhole space, wrapping myself in the tingling of inspiration, I will explore my muse to find my dreams. One day I will show all of those in my bloodline 'Look how great I am!'
YC121-05-05 Graduated Hedion University and took a part time lecturing position whilst learning required skills to join Signal Cartel.
YC121-08-22 Podded for the first time. Studying to become a pilot never really prepares you for this. The violence, the flashes of sounds and sights in those moments before you wake up in a fresh clone. I'll never get accustomed to it.
YC121-08-26 Got accepted into Signal Cartel as an explorer, having fallen in love with the mystery and beauty of wormoles, I chase my muse ever forward.
YC121-10-26 Bought my first Anathema and I have never been more in awe of any ship. No feeling beats firing up the warp drive under cloak!
YC122-05-23 I finally have my own Legion. Fluid in appearance and role, it is another muse to inspire my art as I explore Anoikis, another dream come true.