Character background:
Born of one Michael Halsey of Liberty and one Henrietta Halsey of Bretonia on Manhattan, New York, 796AS.
His mother passed away in 798AS during the birth of Leonard's only sibling who was to be named after his father. Michael Jr. was two months premature and survived only twelve hours. Michael Sr. informed his in-laws on Leeds, sold all of his assets and purchased a small space-worthy vessel from a planetside meat-shipping company. In this vessel the three of them, Michael, two-year-old Leonard, and his thermally preserved mother, conquered the long journey to Leeds. Not without trial - but that is another story.
Leonard and his father fled to New London during the Bretonia-Kusari war, there he eventually attended university for Maths and Accounting. His interest in the subject died his freshman year, so he took the credits his father had given him and purchased an older model Clydesdale class freighter. That weeks he began work as an independent hauler supplying the warfront, primarily black-boxed “on-the-house” shipments from Cryer Pharmaceuticals to confidential drop-zones for BAF pickup.
After a few years of low-paying jobs and the dwindling condition of his vessel forced Leonard to accept his father’s pressure to work at his planet-side company, Hemisphere Haulers and Moving Service. Since then, economic shift due to the war with Gallia has pushed the company towards dissolution. Leonard’s dreams of late have been full to bursting with fond memories of his time as an intersystem cargo hauler.
Motivation for joining Gateway:
"I need the money, I won't hide that, but that's not all there is to it, you know? Being a cargo hauler I mean. There's so much to see, to run in to, to feel... and none of it exists unless you're out there in it. Down here on New London my views of the stars are veiled - it feels like a cruel joke. I want back out there. With all that's going on, I can't stand to sit here while Gallia encroaches ever closer. I gotta make a difference, and what makes Sirius go 'round are Credits and the haulers which deliver the goods they're spent on. If I get to make my own living doing it, well that's the dream, isn't it?"
