Borned and raised on planet Pittsburgh by my mother Celeste Longhorn. My Danish dad, Tor Longhorn died early in my life in an airplane
crash during a rescue mission of refugees. I had a criminal racecourse in high school, but an experiment with anabolic steroids put me on the hospital bed for
several months - marking an end to the bad deeds.
After the death of my dad my mother saved some of the money from my dad's life insurance to spend on me when I
got old enough. She gave them to me when I returned from the hospital, and I decided to put them to good use.
I barely managed to grade the high school good enough to continue to Epic Flight Academy, but I
wanted to become a pilot, and here I am, ready to learn how to fly in space.
* Reasons for joining: I need to compensate for the bad deeds I've done, and prove to myself that justice exists.
Hear and accept my call and you'll have a true loyal pilot to your ranks in the Bretonian Armed Forces.
Criminal record:
- A fine of $1500 for possession of 0.8mg MDMA.
- ID faking
