Cmdr Kyla Emmerich | |||
Role Smuggler / Freelancer | Registered ship name Moonshot | Credit balance - | |
Rank Peddler | Registered ship ID Cobra Mk III EM-04C | Overall assets - | |
Power Independent |
Personal content
Real name
Kyla Emmerich
Place of birth
Aymifa
Year of birth
3278
Age
32
Height
168 cm / 5' 6"
Weight
55 kg / 121 lb
Gender
Female
Build type
Slender
Skin color
White
Hair color
Dark Brown
Eye color
Hazel
Accent
Who am I? My name's Kyla. I was born right bang in the middle of Empire space to a family of accountants. Well, dad is the accountant, and he is somewhat disappointed that I did not follow in his footsteps.
He wanted me to be an accountant.
Me?!
Do I look like the kind of girl who should be pushing money around and working spread sheets? Sorry, Dad, but I'm a girl who likes adventure. So yeah, he doesn't talk to me much. In fact, ever. It's been around five years since I've heard from him. He shagged my mum, had a couple of kids and then buggered off with some bint when I was 18. You know how the story goes. I dread to think of how many potential half-siblings I have because of him. It's not like he gave a shit, and I certainly don't.
Mum's nice though. Fairly wealthy, and doing pretty well on her own, raising my brother who's still scrawling away at school. I love the little guy. I don't necessarily tell her of my... ehem... less than legal exploits, but she's happy that I am getting out into space and seeing the sights.
Jesus, I have some baggage, don't I?
Okay well, something a little less depressing then. So I mentioned a little bit about how I deal in less than legal exploits. Well, actually, I just ship it from place to place in my ship, Moon Shot. She's my baby and I can't see myself ever parting with her.
What, you ask? Do you really think I'd tell you that? How do I know you're not a cop, or some grunt trying to undercut me?
Yeah, actually, you know what? I've said enough.