Born in Sol aboard the Abraham Lincoln station's extensive medbay on May 13, 3275, I began a sheltered childhood. Being able to reside in one of the most expensive and lavish systems in the Bubble, my parents were important and my life affluent. My mother was a high-ranking official at Sirius Industrial and my father was a Pilot's Federation Trader. Doing little to nothing for most of my life but watch the ships dock in the station and chat with trader's from far away stations, I had a couple rebellious streaks, but was pampered and safe for my entire childhood. I began education at one of the private schools on Mars when I was 10 (3285) and continued until I chose to pursue secondary school at Galileo when I was 18 (3293).
One of my favorite memories from my childhood was hitching a ride with a random bounty hunter at 15 to go see Voyager 1 and some of the outer tourist beacons. In hindsight, sneaking aboard a random CMDR's Fer-De-Lance without telling my parents or a station security member where I was, was a pretty bad idea, but kids are dumb and I - luckily - didn't get sold into slavery. I even got a data download of a bunch of music from the 1980's and 1990's. Yes. Really. Real oldies. The guy had gotten them from some old station. I made it home safe, but was shook up when I spent the week in a detention center for violating the station rules. I still fly with those tunes sometime.

I got my PhD in High-energy Cosmological Astrophysics at 21 (3296) and got a second Ph.D. in (pre.) 24th Century History at 24 (3299) as well as getting a bachelor in Anthropology. I guess listening to all of those explorer's talk about their data triggered something in me. Taking some instruction from my father and using my mom's status, I quickly got my Pilot's Federation license after only 3 years of training. After that, I picked up a job working at Sirius Hyperspace. After a couple uneventful years working on drive efficiency wave calculations and fuel simulations (which I published my first few papers on), I managed to get a man on the inside at Farseer Inc. I was transferred to Sirius' research fellowship at Farseer Inc. During this time I worked on experimental drives dealing with new technology and kept a close interest on the new contacts with extraterrestrial intelligence. These experimental drives gave me my first taste with how deadly the galaxy can be, as I watched an entire sub-subwing of the research branch disappear in a drive collapse while working on improving the supercruise potential of the Frame Shift Drive. I was forced to sign a NDA (which I am violating now, but it's just a 1,000 credit bounty on my pile. I'll pay it off someday).
I was let go from Farseer Inc. quietly after the research there was enlightening on engineering and growing contacts for myself, but provided no real scientific value to the field. My supervisor catching me taking Push in the employee bathroom and then subsequently watching me continue to work on the gravity inhibitor also probably led to my release. In truth, my connection with illicit substances started on Galileo (all of those rich nerds are on something, the underground groups are insane). After I was let go, I kinda let myself go as well. I spent a couple of months hopping on a carrier from system to system with some "Psychonauts" taking Onionhead, Push, and Lazarus.

After I left that haze, I began my own independent research. Unfortunately, the galaxy is dangerous and unpredictable, and after wasting a couple million credits that either fell into the hands of pirates or scrapped FSD's, I fell into financial ruin. Trying to continue with science, I became a for-hire individual, doing whatever jobs I could get my hands on to fund my work. I made it big publishing some exploration data, discovering some terraformable Earth-like's. I earned an Elite rank, but all that cash was spent on my new ship the "Gryffin" and I once again began doing some odd-jobs.