Roleplay Bio:
There's not many places to go within the bubble that isn't filled with humans. And with humans follow greed. And with that, corporations. But well, maybe some times that isn't so bad.

My parents gave me a strange name: Holo. Like a hologram, but not quite. Was I just a translucent dream for them to experience within the doldrum of life? I couldn't be too sure about that. But there was one good thing about them: they were honest to God traders and merchants. Not the kind that seeks greed out like sharks smelling blood. No, they lived decent lives and pushed forward in that regard. Mediocrity pervaded them, yet they dreamed I would take steps and bounds outside of our little system.

Slink's Eye is a weird place to call home, moreso the system to say I was born in-- yet here we are. It's a small system just sitting off to the side in Federation space, not too far away from Sol and Nanomam, but far enough away to keep out of politics. 6 million people living in different places: Kelleam ring and Beckman Prospect. One station, and one colony. A whole lotta space for such a small spanse. Makes sense I came to love the Black and all it offered then, wouldn't it? Either way, I managed to push forward through life. Taking up the crafts my parents had made, and living a pretty decent life.

That is, until he became relevant.

Yuri Grom heralded himself as some sort of messiah, hoping to usher in a new age of quality of life for Man. Like some military version of Pranav Antal with his deluded Utopia... Either way, his words were nothing but lies to us. Death and strife only struck us, all for the sake of some "change". Even so, we chose to just let things go on, let life continue.

But then my parents were caught by pirates who jumped at the chance to ravage this lonely system.

No more. I will lay my life down for the greater cause of the Federation, so that we can retain the security and peace that we had felt before any of this. I will leverage through any means necessary. No matter the cost, lest we forget.



















CMDR Bio:
My CMDR name is Holo, as you've probably seen: that's a reference to a character in a light novel series called Spice and Wolf. She's my favorite fictional character ever, and probably will continue to be so for various reasons.

I started playing the game for two main reasons: It's SPAAAAAAACE!!!, and also, a close friend of mine introduced me to the game, and we have continued to share it almost exclusively between each other in our social circles (not without effort to get others into it however). For the longest time, I had been in the Cobra Mk III, and went off to do other things. The next time I came back around, I got the Python, Diamondback Explorer, and a Type 7 . Then once again, I left the game on a hiatus (this time from being burned out). And now, here we are (end of 2018), and I'm hoping to come back in and take a swing at things once more. I'm a devout supporter of Zachary Hudson, however I do have a soft spot for Aisling Duval (in so much that if the faction decides to target Aisling for operations, I take a back seat and grind out in other endeavors). But hey, that's just me.

My top priorities have always been to get new ships, with the end goal of a Corvette; however ever since the second time around I came back (with the Python), I've become more and more devoted to the cause of BGS. This hasn't changed since coming back, however the lucrative mining operations have led me to grind there (since now getting a Mamba, and on course to rigging it up to the best equipment money can buy).  

I'm a relatively easy going guy, I have weird hours compared to some people most likely, but if you want to wing or have someone to chat to, I'm here to indulge.