As the strange man reads the datapad a very noticeable smile spreads across his face. All his fantasies of shooting Bretonian and Corsair flagged ships into oblivion finally show some glimmer of becoming reality. So tired had he grown of pirating lone transports in a solitary mission of survival. He finally fealt a resemblance of some social purpose, something he could do beyond himself. He looked up from the pad:
"My name is Liam O'Hara, and I want to fight for gold. I want to fight for freedom."
OOC: Need a criminal group that is on when I am, and you guys always are. Plus, you guys have some great RP and I would love to be a part of it.
<span style="color:#FF0000"><strike>RETIRED</strike></span>
ON MY WAY OUT OF RETIREMENT