Crimson Fangs Pilot Database

[Inferno]

Name: William Tarim

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Height: 2.1m

Weight: 226kg

Rank in the KoL: Hatchling

Origin: Liberty

Previous occupation: Liberty Rogue, Miner, Legionnaire, Dreadnought salesman

Relatives: President Jacobi || N/A

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Blue

Strength: Combat skill, brutality, 'efficient negotiator'

Weaknesses: Unreliable source of verified information, very impatient, highly homicidal

Biography:

Who- what...

William Tarim, a name that the Liberty Police knew well. From what he tells (or remembers) he was once a simple miner within the sector of Pennsylvania. Somehow, at the same time he was a leader within the Liberty Rogue's 'One Nova for All, Two for Liberty' campaign. No one knows which one really. All that is really known is that he was institutionalized within LPI Sugarland in 820 A.S. for 'stealing a housing unit' using a Mammoth and military grade Antimatter explosives. Sentenced two years for Theft, Piracy, Aggravated Assault, Attempted Murder, Murder, and desecration of Sunbucks Coffee, as well as gross indecency, he was placed in the SuperMax block of Sugarland. There he was integrated with the current Xeno population, and began his path down to the road of the Xenos. How he managed to leave the station is unknown, but he claims there was an old Credit chip involved.

One Xeno Among Many

Now free from the chains of the LPI, William, lacking money, connections, and pants, acquired a Legionnaire's Prosecutor, through methods we have yet to discover, though it is claimed he bought it with 'a whole bunch of favors.' His first course of action was to, naturally, start committing crimes. This time around, however, he was sure to make sure he was remembered past a Prisoner ID number, but still known enough to be hated. The first target was a Rhineland supertransport in Texas, full of ores heading to Manhattan. The investigators found the wreck in Kepler, the pilot deceased and William's name and ID Number scorched in the side of the transport in large, badly written letters. From there, more and more transports and even law enforcement ships marked with the same tag, the icon of someone wanting to be remembered. The attacks reached a point where fighter screens were assigned to every lane to stop these attacks. This only caused more of the scrap wrecks and markers. Eventually, when hunting 'some computer nerd in a spaceship' he found himself in some dim hallway with a woman holding a gun on a station made out of a rock. This is the start of his trip with the Knights of Labor.

A Knight of Rags, Gold, and Lies

Somehow he managed to get into the Knighthood, and made his training was brief, and his patrols assigned. Most of the Knights was warned to be wary of his small talk; it was nearly all lies. However, no matter how much garbage he can spew about his life, his prowess in combat is clearly shown. A small dodge here, a lane disablement there, and the LPI will quickly be looking for the echo of serpents. He patrols Liberty now, waiting to leave his mark on it, even if he has to cut the heart out to do it.