Skills: I have enormous experience fighting Red Hessians, Bounty Hunters and other mottley criminals (like Mollys). I have also had a few brief encounters with Nomads in the Edge Worlds. I'm currently a self-taught xenoarcheologist (of course, my skills are limited), but I believe that would help you in some way, the artifact trade for instance.
Reasons for joining The Brotherhood: as explained in my biography, my father soiled our family name. I feel it is my duty to restore it, and what better way to do it then to join my brothers in the front lines?
Biography: I was born on Crete to an Hispanic family (whose name, for good reasons, shall remain untold). I was raised as a normal Corsair, taught to fight both in open space and in tight corners (like asteroid fields). I led a normal life until my 16th birthday, when my father disgraced our family and honour by running off to marry some Zoner woman on Freeport 1. In the interest of avoiding both public and private humiliation and all-around gossiping, i left for the Sigma systems, where i worked as a GMG hired gun for a couple of years. So yes, i did not have a proper rite of passage into manhood, but the time in the Sigmas hardened and made me what I am today. Eventually, i got a little tired of the whole "shoot-'em-up for cash" routine and decided to run off with my 18th birthday present: 10 million credits worth of H-fuel, hauled off from right under their noses in several transports. Needless to say, they got a little pissed at me, and as such I fled back home to Crete. The "little" stunt i pulled earned me back the respect and admiration of my brothers and sisters, but somehow it didn't feel entirely right, like something was missing. Hoping to find some answers, i bought myself a Praetorian, fully loaded it with bomber cannons and torpedoes and left for the Edge Worlds. There, i found a new passion: xenoarcheology. I found several Nomad artifacts, and am starting to learn their alphabet. As such, i believe I can swindle any Manhattan rich idiot into thinking they're holding a priceless alien artifact, made from the finest crystal: when in fact they are holding a map to a nebula filled with nothing but inert gas.
