Strangely enough, the only memory of my real childhood I still posess is the shadow of a man standing over the bodies of my parents. It has been nearly twenty-five years and countless AU since that day on Bourynes VII. The Gallente government, if you can call it that, saw fit to place me in the care of a family in VIttenyen IV. Unbenounced to me, the man I was forced to call "Father" was secretly employed by the Guristas Pirates while working at the Expert Distribution Facility orbiting our world. One day, his debts became too much for the pirates to bear and they took me as a slave, the chastity and life of my new mother and committed my "so called" Father's body to the icy blackness of space. I was captive in the hands of the Pirates for two and a half years before they began to see my gifts of intelligence and my ability to recall the most minute detail of everything I had ever seen. Following my escape I swore to only create the means by which they shall all be wrought asunder.