"Maybe the stars hold my salvation..."
Johnstone, September 30, 3304

Borne on a lonely outpost to drifter parents, I'm no stranger to adversity and poverty. Between my drunk dad and aloof mom, I don't remember not taking care of myself. Maybe it was for the best, as now I feel as comfortable alone in the black as anywhere, and the resourcefulness that got me this far just might be enough to keep my boat afloat and Lavian Brandy in my gut... maybe...