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Jace Wilder Hatcher
Offline Leo
09-22-2013, 03:02 PM, (This post was last modified: 09-22-2013, 03:04 PM by Leo.)
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The Basics

Name:
Jace Wilder Hatcher

Age:
25

Hair:
Black

Eyes:
Amber

Birthplace:
West Point Station, New York System

Birthdate:
June 16

Notable Characteristics:
Has a large dragon tattoo on his back which flows over his shoulders and onto his under forearms to read the words "Memento Mori" and "Memento Vivere" on either arm. Each means "Remember you're mortal" and "Remember to live". Has been told his eyes are rather "striking".

Personality:
Witty, charming, devious, smart, and incredibly calculating in his plans. It stands to be a point that he has yet to be captured by any military, police, or any other organization during one of his smuggling runs.

Home:
Has no home station. Lives aboard his Anki Freighter, shipping illicit goods to those who have no way to get them.

Maritial Status:
Always single. Doesn't like to be tied down by things like family or "love".

The Past

Log Entry:
There's a reason I like to keep things buried in the past. Remembering things that you'd rather you not tends to bring the feelings you'd rather not feel as well. But for my own sane of mind, it's important that I write them here, in my biography for any of you law-folk who want to track me down and execute me for making you all look like fools chasing your own tails.

Yeah, I was LPI once. I was young and stupid and wanted to get into space as quickly as possible. My parents were both middle class, nothing to look twice at. We were an average family. My father quit the military as soon as I was born. Said he wanted to watch me grow up into a man. I think the reason for that is my grandfather didn't pay much attention to my father...he wanted to do right by me...and so he did. I had a sense of justice that I had to chase. Something my father instilled in me from day one. Those values quickly faded soon as I got space borne.

Police pay is, for lack of a better word, sh*t. I made just enough to buy myself some breadcrumbs and then have to turn right back around and head back out into space to do more dangerous sh*t for the elite. The more smugglers came around, the more I turned my head and let them pass for "donations". After a while, I got caught, of course. I had my rank stripped from my sleeve and I was summarily kicked out of the LPI. I was lucky I wasn't incarcerated my father said. He was disappointed and so was my mother. They said I had gone down a road I shouldn't have and I paid for it dearly.

With a black mark on my record, no one planet side would hire me for more than a fast food clerk. I couldn't even get a bar-tending gig. Over the months that I couldn't find a job, I grew restless...but then something dawned on me. Why are the things the smugglers bring to the planet illegal? Because big business couldn't make any money off it, so they outlawed it. The more I researched it, the more I came to the same conclusion. This revelation was liberating for me. I felt an entire new path opening up for me.

With a heavy heart, I left my parents home on Manhattan and joined a trading company to earn my scratch to afford a ship capable of smuggling the goods I wanted to. Within a few months, I earned enough to put a down payment down on an Anki freighter. I got my rep straightened out with certain parties and took to space. My ship was paid off within a week and the credits kept piling up. Over the years I learned how to outsmart the police and military of the house systems, only driving them more insane with anger as I dodged and avoided their patrols.

Six years have come and gone since I got my freighter. Over that six years I have become the man I wanted to be. I provide the masses with the goods the houses and corporations say they aren't allowed to have. I am the daredevil pilot careening through space towards the sounds of battle...and I am the one who makes it through the other side without a scratch on me. It's all about stealth, smuggling is.

So, these are my memoirs. For those of you who want me dead...think you can catch me? I'm the best their is, sweetheart. We're all just apart of the system, after all. They'll never stop chasing me. Ever. After all, I'm just a merchant of illicit goods for the masses.

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