Bio:
A proud Amarr noble who accidentally enlisted in the Caldari militia while trying to open the market. Still insists it's part of a “long-term divine infiltration strategy” despite having zero intel and being kicked out of three fleets for bringing lasers to a missile fight.

Trained in the ancient Amarr arts of self-righteousness, gold-plating everything, and forgetting to reload. He insists his ship’s capacitor is “sacred” and refuses to fit a battery on theological grounds.

Notable Moments in Service:

Burned 15 jumps in the wrong direction because he thought the front line was “a metaphor.”

Tried to convert a Minmatar pilot mid-fight. Died during the sermon.

Proud inventor of the "Triple-Armor-Tanked Griffin" doctrine. It did not catch on.

Frequently seen warping into plexes with no ammo, no drones, and unwavering confidence.

His callsign is "Friendly Fire", mostly because it happens a lot.

Currently serves as Fleet Chaplain, Moral Support Officer, and Unwilling Tackle.
Spiritual Motto: “God wills it… probably?”