Shakaru is the misfortunate product of an abusive Amarrian noble and his favorite slave. Growing up with this truth was not easy and once her mother passed away most of the abuse that she shouldered fell down to Shakaru. What little abuse that was spared was as merciful as her father had ever been towards her. Upon close inspection some albeit minor though very real scarring can be seen about her face but this is partially obscured by slight freckles. Shakaru's father was not a kind man obviously and as soon as she was old enough he threw her off to the imperial academy in the hope that she would die in some battle and be gone from his life forever. A wise choice in his mind but the skills and connections she acquired through training would serve her well and ultimately be a detriment to her father. Her origin was well known of coarse and certainly was a hit to her father's standing among other nobles, every time her name came up in conversation it further irritated him and likewise when his name came up as having been a reccomendation against Shakaru being involved in her various affairs it was smothering. In the end things needed to change, so Shakaru went down the path of becoming a capsuleer. This would be a challenge most certainly, especially with the very vocal thorn in her side. Her father's blood was still flowing inside her, and in him, this was to be an arrangement that would soon expire. It wasn't going to be easy, for as old as he was he maintained a surprising amount of physical strength, but this had to be the first step on the path. His kinship had provided some benefits, though so many more curses came along with it. Shakaru decided that it was better that no one be allowed to persist in insulting her record and achievements. The day was of no mentionable significance yet the night would quietly be remembered as one of blood. Preparing for rest just as he always had but hiding in a corner not so far, shrouded in darkness, a familiar tortured soul waited. The struggle was quick but not entirely one sided. Before the blade had finally been plunged deep into his chest it was wrestled and twisted, slashed across the face it was blinding though with adrenaline numb and felt as nothing. Although this night had cost Shakaru one of her eyes her vision had never in her life been clearer. The path to becoming a capsuleer was opening up before her and immortality, perhaps the only true gift her father had ever given her, was finally within her reach.