I, Myristal, was presumably born on Manhattan, as that is where my earliest memories are based. The man that raised me told me that he found me in a dark corner in a bar he had been visiting that night. Not having any form of identification, I was not named until he was old enough to decide my own name, at age 5.
I don't know what to call him, I might as well call him my father with no better words to use. He hadn't told me what he did for a living for a long time. All I knew for that time was that he would disappear for 2-3 days when he left, which was usually every 3 weeks to a month. I educated myself until I turned 13, when I started making friends and doing things most Manhattan teenagers would do without guardians, sneaking into bars, minor crimes, etc. I learned the way things worked outside of my own secluded mind, the politics of space, how to fly a spacecraft even. It seemed that I had everything I wanted, the support of a parent but not teh restriction.
Then I had turned 15, when the police had shown up at my father's house while I slept on the couch. I answered the door, for he wasn't there, left a few days before if I remembered right. I do remember thinking that it was him at first, because he had been gone much longer than usual. I remember the conversation, I probably will never forget it.
"Err, hello?" I asked the officers before me.
"Yes, is this the residence of Hank Ryden?"
"Erm, yes, why?"
"Who are you, son?"
"I'm his adopted son, Myristal, why are you here?"
They looked at each other, then back at me apologetically.
"Well Myr, Hank is dead. He was shot down over New Berlin, tracking his latest bounty."
"Wait, bounty!?"
"Did he never tell you what he did for a living?"
"No... are you saying he was a bounty hunter?"
"That's right son, apparently the bounty he was after, code named 'The Fedora', found out that he was being tracked, and shot down your father's ship."
I sat on the carpet in silence, with most people, they wouldn't believe it, but I had nothing else to believe in. I had not thought about my future before, well at least not often, but since then I had almost every minute of my life.
Year later, I turned 20, old enough to own my own ship. However, I did not get my ID that day, as I had been working at various jobs around the shambled house I still lived in, but still did not have enough to buy a ship. However, I went to look at my choices one more time. That morning I intended on being a trader, as I had friends in the Liberty Navy who could escort me and make it a rather safe profession. But when I got to the Ship Dealer, I had passed a Star Flier, and it intrigued me. The thought of Hank came to my mind, and I wondered to myself, bounty hunting? I pushed it out of my mind for the time being...
I am now Myristal, Captain and Pilot of the transport Aeturnous. I fly between the New York, New Berlin, and New Tokyo, trading various goods as I steadily save my money, hoping in the future to buy an excellently equipped fighter to begin a new life as a bounty hunter... someday.
I fly cautiously, while still attempting to be polite and courteous, make as many friends as I can for contacts in the future. Meanwhile, I continue digging for info about the man who killed my father... to exact revenge, and take his bounty as dessert.
\\First attempt at an RP, ever. will be updated when I do get my fighter in-game.