Born to a poor family in Vantage Point in the system of Sothis in the year 3267, Nathaniel "Atlas" Farron knew poverty from an early age. Watching the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor in a heavily corporate society, resentment festered in his heart as the young child started stealing small things at first. A few credits here or there, small valuable things at other times. This trend continued for a time until he caught the attention of the Deep Space Clan.

A band of anarchists, the group swiftly pulled him away from stealing for family to stealing for himself, turning the younger boy to piracy and various other acts. Thievery turned to mugging and hatch breaking passing vessels in his old Type IV Cobra, the Hellbound Hind. Notoriety took him to the Bubble from the system, looking for more lucrative contracts. Local mafias and gangs at first turned into more multi-system cartels. Interdictions and hatch breaking turned into outright murder as the young man turned to using an engineered Vulture, the Sunstalker.

Prolonged time in this vessel took it's toll, however, as the engineering was poorly done. Chemicals and fumes leaked into the cockpit, permanently damaging his lungs and throat. The symptoms are akin to what was known as COPD back in the days when humanity hadn't been in the stars. As such, at the present day, he has to take bronchodilators on occasion to assist in his breathing.

This crusade of his ended when he ran into the Buurian Protectorate in the Tewanta system. Atlas had heard that there was a rare creature that was tended to and kept preserved by the efforts of the Protectorate called the Buurboon. An exceedingly rare creature, the fluffy blue monkey-like creature that loves to eat cakes, Boon Cakes they are called. He was caught trying to smuggle one such creature out by the Buur Pit. Taken and detained by the Commanders that run the Squadron, he was given a choice. Reform and help them, or be taken for life to the nearby detention facility.

Choosing to be selfish at first, the man took their offer, having the squadron pay off his fines and debts. He has since grown to care for the group though, finding some kind of family amongst the chaos that he thought he had long since abandoned. Now a Ranger for the Buur Pit, the nearing forty year old man spends his days working on trying to help people. He wears the skull symbol on his jacket sleeve with a different sort of pride as well, using it as a memory to help drive him along in his reformed life.

These days, he's works primarily as a miner and a bounty hunter with the Buur Pit Mining Company. Utilizing his now small fleet of vessels berthed aboard the F.C.S. Auriga, the Nautilus Class Carrier that he captains and owns, Atlas has taken lately to diving into the black from time to time for Guardian and Thargoid research, in some attempt at understanding the two alien races.

That and keep Loki out of trouble. That little Buurboon that imprinted on him just LOVES to cause chaos...