Kewl, so this is where I get to spill my guts... Well, this'll be kinda long and not very involved so get ready to be LET DOWN! *L*

Oh, yeah, and freak off when I'm finished.. I don't care what you think...

I'm five foot four, well, around there, my boots make me taller. I've got black hair and dark brown eyes, flecked with a bit o' gray. I'm Nevyan, and still consider myself so even though I hate my homeworld. Nevya's a scummy little planet and the Megatropolis covers every flippin' inch of land. There's people livin' in the oceans and people livin' on both of the damn moons. Too much scum and too little space.

I grew up in the streets of Bariken, the scummiest of the Megatrop's 26 quarters. I was found and taken in by Eric Savatage. He taught me the ropes of smuggling and hauling freight. He even named me. Hell, I suppose he ain't that bad... a father figure.. coulda had worse.

Being a smuggler and all, I got some damn sharp weapons. A sawed-off plasma pulse cannon that has a shitload of kickback; I'm still working on riggin' a compensator unit for it. And my favorites, a pair of Heckler & Koch 7mm semi-automatic pistols, recently outfitted with smartlink capabilities. That, and I've got reflexes jacked to the third level, and cyber modifications to hearing that allow the registerin' of sounds 700 Hz above and below the normal range, and cyber mods to my NEW cyber-eyes that let me see into the infrared and ultraviolet. I'll run down all my mods : high-freq hearing, low-freq hearing, UV sight, IR sight, 3rd level wired reflexes, Smartlink (subdermal induction pad) with matching chipware, and chipjack behind the left ear. My right hand was recently damaged beyond repair in a freak accident aboard Breakdown so, added to this list is a cybernetic appendage and dual steel bone spurs, sheathed in both my left and right forearms. These are six inch steel blades that extend out over the backs of my hand at will.

I may only be 17 by the longer Neyvan years, but I'm expirenced for my age. Been freightin' nearly all my life. I can repair, or build from scratch nearly any computer or electronics system made. My ships' a Class 4 Exodus frieghter, with space for 3 tons of cargo, not mentionin' the room for smuggled goods, and space for a crew of three (NO I AM NOT LOOKIN' FOR A CREW!) My weapons systems are laser-based (I can't afford plasma yet) coilguns, and a front-mounted molecular diffusion cannon. My pistol's ammo are three inch long aerodynamic shells filled with metastable hydrogen. Translation : Three inches of pure explosive power.. They make a really really big BOOM!

One of the good things about bein' Nevyan, is the fact that I can't become physically addicted to drugs. I can't. It's just a fact. So I use them freely, hey, why not? Mostly the drugs I carry are the same ones that I smuggle most often.. I take tithes from shipments. Spyce, halluginogenic orange colored and tasting, Hardfire, my fave electric blue smoked stimulant, and Snapcoke, a intravenous milky white MASSIVE depressant, are the three most popular. I also have a varied supply of endorphins and hormone-suppressants. I tend to keep away from those.

I used to "adventure" with a group of other freighters and smugglers. Thornn �geon, John Prophet, Seraphie and myself. Thornn was huntin' me, but thanks to Seraphie he got flushed out into deep space.. (see below for new developments in this) Prophet's deader than a doornail. And Seraphie I consider my best and closest friend. Perhaps with the exception of one.. Cyrus.

I don't know how to explain me and Cyrus. pure love I think is right. But that's for you to judge.....



Well.. recently I died... CLICK HERE to find out how.


And I was brought back... I think.. At least.. that's what I've been told.. I dunno anymore.. When I woke up.. all I saw was Thornn.. there wasn't any Seraphie around... or the doc.. they had all vamanosed when I started..

Thornn told me I got shot by cosairs, space pirates that were after my stash... He told me that nearly three quarters of my gray matter, my brain, had to be replaced by mnenitic chips.

Here is how I came back.. (story told by Doctor Victor Talbridge).

And finally.. thanks to Cyrus, the man that pulls me outta more holes and scrapes than a rope would, jogged m'memories.. Well, literally showed me the truth.. Heheh, now I'm back, and I'm bad! So Thornn better watch out. With Cyrus as my second-in-command, nothing can stop us!

And yet, y'know what, Cyrus stepped above and beyond the call of love again. With funds (lovingly) embezzled from my cash intake, he bought, constructed and gave to me a real, functionary monolith of a home... the Ghostrider.

Finally I have a place to return to after shipments, a place that I can finally call home... *trails of in dreamy smiles, then blinks* HEY! Why'm I tellin' you this!!?? Get outta my face.. I'm done talkin' so just get! Before I'm tempted to blow your head off.... *raises a pistol...*

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