I hail from system New-Paris, where I started to work for Iles-De-France shipping by the age of 16 as an escort; nothing too great, until system New-Paris was shut down in a preventive measure against the Council to protect the King. There was also a massive strike of unemployment, and I was caught in it. I looked for work, and found the Junkers, who helped me out of my hard financial situation. I was afraid to leave Gallia, due to how new Sirius was to us, but the Tales of the Junkers captivated me...
I explored Sirius, and heard for the first time about nomads from an Oracle, telling me how great their goal is, and told me to seek for the Shrine...
...which I did. I finally found the Shrine, and became part of the Oracles. I believed in it at first.... but the more I became involved... the more it became weird to me. Cruel sacrifices were perfomed. People that wanted to become Nomads. People that wanted be part of the Mindshare... People that died in the most miserable ways.
I decided that I had to flee. Flee from the shrine. Flee from this madness. When they've seen me turning my back at them, The Oracles tried to recruit me back into their ranks. I was too scared to even consider this; It was also the day that I have seen a human turning into a nomad...
I was lost. I didn't know what to do, until I heard about the Order... I quickly reached them, gained the trust of their Guards before becoming one myself, set myself a personal laboratory in a Hathor class gunship and started to do my own searches for the nomads.
Ships:
Hathor Gunship
Bastet fighter (To be created soon)
Slave Liner (Undercover profile, Junker Guard ID/IFF. Same crew than on the Hathor gunship, which is why I add it here)