' Wrote:Hello Sir this is Dan White I have changed my ship to BH bomber

' Wrote:Goran Beviin doesn't know where he was born. He doesn't know when exactly he was born. But he knows for sure - he's good at what he does.

At the young age of approximately seven, he had already been to at least twenty-four different worlds and stations, staying in no place for long. He had been dragged along with his parents, who were running from something. All he knew was as soon as he made a friend, he was torn away, thrown onto a cargo transport, and hauled away with his parents. His parents never talked to him much. They never talked much to anyone, especially his father. The only real time Beviin heard him was he was shouting at him, but he often wouldn't remember as soon after the words would rain down upon him, the vicious strikes would as well. Beviins father was a chronic alcoholic. Whenever something unfortunate would happen, he would crawl straight back into the bottle. And unfortunate things happened to the family often.

When Beviin was about nine years old, his mother was cornered like a stray dog and brutally killed by the people chasing them. Beviin was forced into a small cargo compartment, merely twenty feet by fifteen by his father. For the entire trip, as his father got drunker and drunker, the beatings became more intense. On the third week stuck in confinement, with his father near hysteria, he decided enough was enough. Somewhere along the line, something broke in Beviins brain. He no longer felt fear, or anger, or sadness. He only had two feelings that could be felt - the desire to live, and a burning hatred for his father. During the last beating of his life, he noticed his father's kicks were less powerful due to the alcohol's effect on his system. At that point, Beviin caught his father's boot, and twisted it. His father roared in suprise, and crashed to the deck. Beviin quickly and calmly picked up a piece of metal on the ground and slit his father's throat ear to ear. At the next stop, Planet Manhattan, Beviin left the
container transport and began his new life.

Through his pre-teen years, his life was that of a street-urchin, stealing what he needed to get by. During those years, what little he felt died. He no longer truly cared whether he lived or he died. As he got older, like his parents, found himself wandering Sirius.

After several years of travelling it was not unreasonable to say he was in his early-thirties. He had been gathering funds for a long-range transport ticket by flying escort missions for semi-lawful corperations. Even with poor equipment, he was found to be a good, reliable pilot. After many months, he had finally arranged transport to the Barrier Gate Station - he heard from a passing merchant that there was much mercenary work to be found on the Barrier Gate Station. As he sipped his Sidewinder Fang in the bar, a man approached him by the name of Billy Bishop...

Quote:Despite what may be thought, Goran Beviin is in a very stable mental condition. Too stable. Nothing upsets him, nothing phases him. He rarely speaks, as he doesn't find many things to be worth talking about. Further inquiries will allow me into the depths of his suppressed memories...