Simple Intro-Bio

[StormCrow]

Well, they asked me to introduce myself, so here goes;

I was born on planet Erie... but that doesn't make me a Zoner. Our family hasn't been Zoners since my grandfather's generation, and he was only half-Z, truth be told. Not that I have anything against those folks... they're fine folks; but people have been emigratin' to Erie for a good long while now, and my bloodline is a testament to it. I suppose I'm what you'd call a Pennsylvanian; that's what it says on my Liberty Republic Citizenship card, and that's good enough for me. My father was a strong believer in the ideals of the Republic... and that's what got him killed.

But that's another story.

Growing up around the dockyards of the spaceport, I spent my youth dreaming of one day owning my own starship. The stories the traders told, of fortunes and adventure, led me to imagine that starship as an escape from the political corruption and quiet oppression I'd known all my life. Needless to say, my first few ventures into space taught me otherwise. Every form of graft, extortion, piracy and pillage ever imagined by the mind of man persists throughout inhabited space. And so, I decided to be cautious in my ventures, hoping to escape the fate of congenital naivete. Apparently, however, I was not cautious enough.

You see, about two weeks after I purchased my first Rhino... things get a little fuzzy. Apparently, I went missing for nearly a year, with nothing to show for it but a hospital bill, and six weeks of memories that every expert has told me did not... could not have possibly happened. After I awoke from the coma they found me in, it took a few weeks to acclimate to the knowledge that these memories aren't real, but to be honest I'm glad. It was... a nightmare-Sirius, to say the least.

But that's another story.

Once I was back on my feet, I invested in a new Rhino and started once again... with even greater caution and a reserve some say borders on paranoia. I continue to pursue any scraps of information about my disappearance, any sign of where I may have been, and what these foreign memories could mean. The only consequential fragment of information I've been able to find was a report filed by Liberty Police Sgt. Jacob Strepfield; the officer who found me, comatose, and delivered me to Erie General Hospital. His investigation into my disappearance seems confused and disjointed, however, and four days after I was found (and two days before I awoke from the mysterious coma) Officer Strepfield disappeared.

But that, apparently, is another story.

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--"Don't taze me, bro!"