Eul Capsu is the eldest son of a powerful Amarr slaver from the Capsu-Targ dynasty, a family that had served the Empire for centuries by supplying slaves to mines and noble households. His father, Dukor III Capsu-Targ, was a prominent figure in the Imperial Court and dreamed that his heir would continue to strengthen the family’s legacy.
Upon coming of age, Eul Capsu was sent to the Imperial Academy on Damair Prime, where his will and devotion to the faith were to be forged. However, free from his father’s iron grip for the first time, he quickly succumbed to vice:
Gambling in the underground clubs of Metropolis drained his accounts.
Debts owed to criminal syndicates like Sansha threatened his family’s reputation.
Scandals involving slave-concubines and brawls with fellow cadets sealed his disgrace.
When Dukor III learned that his son had even pawned the family cruiser—an "Arbitrator" bearing the house crest—his patience snapped. By decree of the Family Council, Eul was disinherited, and all rights passed to his younger sister, Shire Capsu-Targ, a fanatical devotee of the Imperial Church.
Exiled and dishonored, Eul found himself on the streets of Metropolis, where his former "friends" among the aristocracy refused to even acknowledge him. He slept in slums, scavenged for scraps, and was once captured by slavers—the very same traders his father had once done business with.
Yet it was after his escape that a thirst for vengeance awoke in him. Now, he seeks power—not through family ties, but through underworld schemes: piracy, smuggling, or even dealings with Minmatar rebels.
Eul never contacted his family again, but remembered his last dialogue with his sister word for word: "Domina Capsu-Targ speaking. Your name is disgrace. Why call, exile?" Eul:"Congrats on the title, sister. Is Father dead? Or did you steal his throne?" Shira:"He lives. You’re an erased record. Begging forgiveness? Unworthy." Eul: "Forgiveness? Ha! Tell Father: his 'investment in slavery' will pay off. I remember every face, every ship!" Shira: "The bloodline is your enemy. Our Arbitrator hunts your scrap. Approach — I’ll reduce you to dust. In the Emperor’s name." Eul: "I’ll return. Not as a son — as a storm. Thanks for the lesson, Domina."