A life dealer

[pim]

A life trader

As I was young, my parents died in a spaceship crash. I've been raised in a Manhattan's orphanage, where I had to fight every day to keep my food and my properties.
One day, some weird guy came and brought me out it. I was happy, but truly, things were getting worse... The way I was fighting pleased the owner, who was a local maffia's performer and tought that drawing attention to me would get him some promotion.
It did.
He showed me, fighting against two dogs, to his boss, who then showed me to his upper-boss, who showed me to the upper-upper-boss,... In one day, I was almost dead, but I had drawn the attention of the leader of this maffia. I was then trained to kill in one shot, remain unseen, use anything I have as a weapon, to say it shortly : to become an assassin...

All I knew was that I had free meals, a house, no enemies and I was actually learning something. Before I could understand anything, I became a killing-machine, payed to kill any people that could be a problem for this maffia, and I began to like it. I was really taking pleasure in each contract. But, one day, police got me. All I knew is : I fell asleep in my bed, and woke up in the ''wall''.
Condemned for ''a long period'' without any trial, I first tried to flee, but I could never forgotten my parents death, and space was my weakness... I almost succeded im my attempts to escape several times, but each time, vacuum scared me, and I gave up.
My only purpose in life was to flee, then go back in Manhattan and then, kill again for the maffia. It was the only thing I was trained to do, the only thing I knew I could do... What a pity...

One day, an Agnus Dei priest came to our prison, during the lunch. He started preaching and everybody listened to him, me first. The main thing I remember is that he was preaching another way of life, different from the one I knew. Most people went away after a few time, some others stayed and listened to him, I stayed, but I wasn't listening anymore.
He was right ! Anything was possible ! No kills anymore, no more pain inflicted to anyone, no more hidding... Moreover, I started to think : how could the police have known about my location ? Treason of course ! I had nothing to do with my ancient owner now, I had to live my way !

When I stopped thinking, anybody had left, even the preacher. Agnus Dei... I will not waste my new start by engaging in this... sect ! I needed something else, but what ? First, escape, then, think.
It has been that easy...
As I was in the Police Patriot, before taking the pilote in hostage (not killing him, no kill anymore), I looked at the stars. Before, I always saw the vacuum between me and these. But this time, I really saw the stars, and I knew my life would be here now, into the deep, quiet and silent space... I recovered my mind when arriving at Manhattan, the pilot left unconscious next to me. I sold his ship, bought a new one and changed name for safety. Before leaving, I spitted on Manhattan and my previous life : now, I will be lawfull, or dead ! Enough blood !

I however soon started to face the evidence : I didn't even knew how to drive this ship, and had no the smallest idea about how to make money... After a little time in space though, I met a trader, that learned me the main things a pilot must know. Feeling confident, I quickly progressed.
Then, he told me to follow him to New Berlin, and once there, he gave me a 20 Millions loan and instructions on how to use it. He helped me to complete my first trade route. Then, he left me alone, because I wasn't needing his help anymore, and it was definitely true.

Today, I'm proud to have been trained by someone that never asked me anything else that repay my loan, and even when I'll have done that, I'll be proud to be his friend. Trading is a job that fully fit my new way of life, even if, sometimes, I feel as if I was becoming somebody else, as if the ancient ''me'' was trying to come back... most of the time when some ''creepy'' guy are taxing me...

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OK for gentle RP, OK for gentle PvP too. What do you prefer ?
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[\JG/]Pim (mercenary, ex-IMG)(Raven's talon, New London and New Berlin mainly)
John Smith(independant trader, ex-contract killer on Manhattan)(Heavy Tanker)