CEO – Nykala
Alts. Ryyft, Sirocco proxy.
Back stories
War has many faces. In New Eden, one can live in hope that they will never have to look any of them in the eyes, or one can live by finding ways to survive those faces and the inevitability of human nature. Nykala was the first born. Trained as an industrial pilot originally, she fell into the roles of an off the radar supplier of ships and munitions to corporations that could not get their own pilots past enemy blockades. Now she oversees the distribution, manufacturing, and detailed research of billions worth of assets.
Ry’Yarenyft Vol Kyrnscrychft or “Ryyft ” for short, pronounced “Rift”, was the contact between Nykala and many other corps. His birth in some isolated system closer to the outer rim granted him an interesting heritage and culture. Which to most outsiders, would seem almost as hard to figure out as his name. From this, his perspective of the obscured “normal” world of the quarreling empires granted an open mindedness to the variables in human existence. Also, it allowed for the development of ideas and tactics not all too common in the main streams of thought. Ultimately, his career path as a capsuleer started and continues to develop around covert, special ops, and space-bending operations. His ships are rarely fitted in what is normally expected and mostly experiments.
Sirocco Proxy, born to fight, bred to endure. Direct communications with his comrades are rare, and relayed in a way more instinctual of the situations, environments, and others body language then with spoken words. “Someone here has a knife waiting for my back, a bounty to claim from some quarrel they have no understanding of the circumstances…” Rift tells a surrounding crowd, standing over Siro while he drinks.. “They say the eyes of a man are a gateway into his soul, his thoughts.” Siro does not alter his demeanor or look Rift in the eyes under these subtle accusations. “They also say it is the quiet ones you have to watch out for… ” he leans forward and catches Siro’s pure white eyed gaze, and for the split second he mentally freezes at this anomaly, Siro’s arm swiftly throws a dagger into a man in the crowd with a blaster pointed right at Rifts head. As the crowd silently watches the man fall, Siro calmly says “It seems they were right…”
Sub alts. Terrak Sirus, Terra Cirrus, Tyr Acyrus
Back stories
Once high lords from a prestigious Ammarian house. Now condemned to an existence more mechanized then man with all memory of true self being nothing more then a ghost in the machines hardwired to the mind. Wrought about by the destruction of a forgotten titan who’s clone bay was salvaged by a wayward scavenger of the Minmatar republic. The fate of two Amarrians has turned from masters, to the enslaved, by Terra Cirrus and her tribe.
By the blood of those formerly subdued, by the ruins of fallen tribes and their colonies still burning on the edge of memory. Terra found cerebral engineers that re-orchestrated the damaged essences of these vessels in a way that only Minmatar ingenuity can. To these two noblemen, “self” is only recognized as an extension of Terra. Their well being is second to hers.
Voyages in familiar space often spark a tingle in various corners of the mind for Terra’s companions. This leads to a trigger that compartmentalizes the thoughts and memories, then interfaces the information into a data chip. From that chip, their former lives secrets are translated and analyzed by the Republic.
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::Note:: This is work is copywrighted ©JMNelson, Oct 2013. For use of or co-writing inquirys, evemail the character Nykala.
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