The Wandering Nomad I woke up one day in a station. no records of who I was or how I got there. Some clone long forgotten it seems. Anchient record keeping in this backwater Caldari station listed only one name... Shaellon Somthing in me just itched however, a need to get out and reach for those stars out the window. I started training in some of the traditional arts such as mining but it never really suited me. One day a corporation approached me about new wormholes that had been popping up all over the cluster. No family, no friends, nothing to lose. If I popped out into a star on the other side It wouldn't matter much. From that day on I dedicated myself to finding the unknown. Maybe one day I will find myself, my own real body floating out there somewhere among the stars.
P.S. I've found my name, my clan. Wild It suits, it fits, They call me by my nickname. Thorn. Thorn to be Wild