Full Name: Howard Sorensen
Age: 34
Planet of Origin: Planet Los Angeles, California
Prior Affiliation(s): Outcast
Ships: Falcata and Sabre
Superluminal Karol Yulini Personal Entry Device (S.K.Y.P.E.) Account Name: I am afraid I haven't been able to replace my S.K.Y.P.E. device, but I will do so if it is required.
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us:
I was born in Los Angeles, but I never called that place home. My father was an escort pilot for the corporations, so I moved around alot in my childhood. A month here, half a year there, but never long enough to call anywhere home. I never knew who my mother was, she was just some girl my father picked up in a bar.
He died when I was fourteen. It was a Lane Hacker who fired the shot, but it was Cryer who killed him. The greedy penny-pinchers thought two escort fighters were enough for a convoy that size. Two of the three transports got away, and Cryer still made a profit that day. And I was made an orphan.
I quickly fell out with the wrong crowd, as they say. By the time I was eighteen I was flying as an escort for shipments of Cardamine into New York. I worked my way further up the ladder and further up the cardamine route, and further and further down into heavy drug abuse.
I was a mess. I could barely function without a heavy dose of painkillers, alcohol and cardamine. When I was flying I was so gone I didn't care who I killed, and during the night I couldn't sleep from the guilt and the nightmares.
But things changed one day. The Outcasts trusted me enough to let me escort back a smuggler convoy all the way to the source. Malta.
Maybe it was the cardamine in the air, but everything seemed easier when I first stepped foot on Maltese soil. My headache lifted, and I was lifted out of my depression. I don't know what I had expected from Malta, but I found a paradise. I've fallen in love with Malta and it's people.
I've found a home, and I will give everything to protect it, and joining the Syndicate appears to me to be the best way.
