Name:Kasumi Masuyo Age:25 Hair:Never stays the same, dark purple at time of photograph above. Eyes:Ice Blue Profession:Smuggler Character:Cocky, arrogant, somewhat brazen, and very rebellious. Biography:
Kasumi never cared much for her parents. "Square", she used to call them. They always pressured her with the things they were never able to achieve in their lives. Both of their parents forced them into college when they left their boarding schools. They never had a life, they never lived to their fullest extent. Instead, they were forced into the doldrums of life...never learning new things, and only being told what was right and wrong.
Kasumi refused to submit to that treatment.
Early on, she was rebellious against her parents. She fought them over everything, including the color of her hair. Her mother always insisted that her hair remain it's natural color, but Kasumi, of course, did not obey. She changed her hair color weekly. One day it might be dark blue, the next it would be bright red.
Her father pressured her into boarding school, to which every one he sent her to, she managed to be expelled from. Eventually, her parents threatened her with military school to straighten her attitude out, but once again, she rebelled. She managed to steal enough money to get her a small trader with a generous cargo hold and left home at the age of 18, leaving her parents behind to wonder what happened to that small girl they once called their daughter.
She had always dreamed of exploring space...where the law was grey instead of black and white...over the years she learned the art of smuggling, taught herself how to fly the vessel she had purchased, and earned her reputation as a reliable smuggler for all of the goods the law told the public they were not allowed to have. It gave her a rush, knowing that she was breaking the law...that she was doing the very thing they told her she could not do...she enjoyed it...she loved it...she was hooked.
If you ever need anything smuggled, she's your girl...
My day began like it always did...with a cargo hold full of things people craved but the law told them they couldn't have. I was the angel of possibility for those people. I was the one who risked the depths of space--you get it. I won't continue with the speech.
I started with an easy load of non-illicit goods. Gold. Only thing that paid well going in the direction I was going: Kusari, my "home". Not that I would call it that anymore. I try to keep a wide berth away from New Tokyo whenever I'm passing through. I'd rather not have to see my parents after seven years. Might get sucked back into their expectations void.
*The sound of Kasumi shuddering cackles in the mic*
I dropped off my goods and headed through Hokkaido and into the new Kusari systems I'd heard about growing up, and oh my were they beautiful. Besides the GC beating my hull up (I should probably check into why my lost sisters are trying to kill me) it was a fairly easy flight...until I ran into this gentlemen who was extremely rude.
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I was simply stating how my dear Dragon friend was doing and I was tongue lashed! Damn, don't people see what's in my cargo hold and know that I'm a smuggler? Apparently not this guy. Twas okay, I flew to their station and picked up some plutonium. Word is, the lawfuls don't much enjoy random traders hauling radioactive things through their space without a license.
*Kasumi flips a middle finger at the screen and sticks her tongue out*
That's for you, governments. Anyway, I made it through to Honshu, through New Tokyo, *blech*, and down into Shikoku before about getting my damn ship taken apart. Guy rear ends me so hard I think I almost broke my face on the cockpit windows! Naturally, I yelled at the guy, he didn't reply...probably broke his comm system...idiot.
The rest of the trip was easy, including me flying directly past a Liberty Navy goon talking to a Zoner. Had a hold full of radioactive material and he didn't even bother to check what I had...I sure hope they're not getting paid for the job they do...no wonder our economy is so s***ty. Anyway, I'm docked here in Pennsylvania with all the training pilots. Going to lay down while I have some R&R on a planet for once instead of a station with all the recycled air...I think I need to treat myself...for once.
I didn't stay in Pennsylvania very long. The amount of young men and women in that system that are...the idiots are never ending...but I guess that's just Liberty for ya. Idiots breeding everywhere.
I decided to run some weapons to the Outcasts in Bretonia, I was certain the war with the Kusari/Bretonia had significantly withered down their stock of weapons capable of protecting themselves. I took a cargo hold full of the weapons and left Liberty, destined for Bretonia. It was an uneventful run, unfortunately...light arms aren't that serious of an offense to run, esp. if the police don't know whom you're taking them to.
I got to the base and settled down for a little bit. I always enjoyed hanging around the Outcasts or Corsairs, they each hated one another but were closer to being the same (with exception to Cardamine) than either of them truthfully realized. I loved hearing the war stories they would tell around the bar, about how they had barely survived an attack, or seen an alien species and narrowly escaping their grasp.
After spending some time on the station, I picked up a hold of my favorite good to ship: Cardi.
I ran back through Bretonia and back towards Liberty...when I came through I experienced a IMG pilot who asked me if he could have some Cardi. I could have sworn I was seeing things, but nope, he was definitely IMG. I guess the strenuousness of mining have finally started to get to the poor miners. I won't post the guncam photos here, because I wouldn't want the poor guy getting caught and more than likely removed from the faction, but I just found that a bit odd...wonder how he got away with wearing his mask...
After dropping off the cargo in Liberty, I decided to run one more of arms back to the Outcasts for the stories they had told me...they deserved that much at the very least...I might even decide to run one more piece of cargo back through into Liberty for them if time permitted...but when I came through to the Magellan Jumpgate, a Liberty Capital Ship was posted just outside the gate, more than likely hearing about the sudden influx of Cardamine into the Liberty systems. I decided it was in my best interest to deliver the goods to the Outcasts and layl low for a little while.
It's been an eventful day, and I think it's time for a nice nap in the guest quarters...I could use a drink too...
It's been a while hasn't it? Partially because I've been in lock up for the past eight months due to a stupid stunt in Liberty (have I ever mentioned I hate Liberty?). Needless to say, my ship was repossessed and when I went to get it out of lock up, the impound gentleman said that they'd sold it to a Junker for scrap and that I wasn't allowed to leave the planet anyway because of my parole.
Parole. They put me on parole and are keeping me on Manhattan? Oh HELL no. I'd cut my own GUMS to get off this floating rock of disaster. Immediately I started drawing up plans to get off this rock.
Surely, I couldn't send a transmission off planet, the Navy and LPI were probably monitoring everything that I did. The question is: How do I get off this planet? Easy, steal a ship. I'm eyeing one rather nice too. Gotta go, need to steal a ship and get off this floating disaster.
Managed to jack an old Anki freighter and steal away to the stars. Heh, stealing stars would be one profitable market for those trapped in the edgeworlds with little to no sunlight.
Look at me thinking profits already. Looks like I'll have an easy time of things. Picked up some Synth Mary Jane and I'm heading to Bretonia to sell to a marketable gentlemen who needs this more than I. Gotta love dealing with drug lords.