To be left alone is what hurts the most. I have nothing. Noone. only myself, and these... voices... always gnawing away.
- Corpse Necrumus, Age 6, Written with an expression of anger on a note found in Corpse Belongings at the age of 15.
Cold, Malevolent, Violent, Misanthropic and a Chaotic Mind
Corpse was born in the Starsystem Arcturus, and was left to be Orphaned by his parents who left him in a backyard before he was old enough to even know them. Growing up without parents on the streets of a cold city on northern Discovery, made him never learn the feelings of Empathy, Love and Passion of a family.
He was shunned by society due to his albinism, and his anger was getting to him. every day he would get yet another reason to hate the people around him. Someone would walk into him, someone would spit towards him, someone would try to pick a fight or try to force their belief or their political view onto him.
He hated it. He hated THEM. As he grew up, those feelings only got stronger. He had but one dream.
To be rid of them all.
You call this a war? continous simple banter of how you fought in the Navy, yet here we are, Hovering over Discovery, waiting to grow old as the Politicans just cower in fear of war, instead throwing out sanctions. Hatred, Emptiness, Violence. Chaos... It's all I've ever known. And It's all I will ever know..., If you want fucking Insanity, I'll SHOW YOU INSANITY, CARNAGE AND WAR UNHEARD OF...
- Corpse Necrumus, Age 15, expressed to his superior moments before firing of Multiple Plasma Accelerators upon Discovery.
In his mid-teens Corpse decided to join the military. He had hoped that war would let him have an outlet for his violent nature, but got fed up with all the botched politics, propaganda and empty threats of war and ended up commiting a war crime by firing off plasma accelerators to destroy several cities on his birthplanet, Discovery. after firing off multiple salvos in a crazed rage, he was quickly overpowered and brought to a cell by those around him, he would spend the next three years in that cell, rotting away.
Fortunately, his story didn't end there.
Me tatoos? Aye, I got 'em back at Sharon Lee, first one almost immediately after I joined up With The Code at age 18. Y'see, I've covered most of me body in them, really brings out me best sides... Whatdya say? The Code? Aye, I remember the first time I ran into 'em!, I was 18, there I was, sittin' on this biiiig ass ship, thinking me life was over, waitin' to be shipped out to be executed. From a Prison on Discovery, towards the back then newly built maximum security Detention Centre in Ross 640. Anyway', as we're travelin' to Ross 640, the ship I'm detained in suddenly just starts shakin', violently, and then coming to a full stop. Then fer several minutes, -possibly a whole twenty minutes- total silence before another loud bang was heard. Then, suddenly, the door in front o' me face just blasts open, and in runs a few guys, lookin' 'round for Cargo, There was one of them who seemed to stand out, a Muscular Bearded guy, around 6'2 with a scar across his left eye... For a moment I was in shock, then I saw my oppertunity to get out, so I shouted to the guy, told 'im I was a war convict, and this guy walks up to me, looks me over an' asks me if I could fight and knew how use one of them Manticore Tormentors. I told 'im I could. I asked' 'im who he was. "Fly Auburn" he Responded as we ran back to his ship...
- Corpse, Age 25, being interviewed along with other Code members by Radio Sidewinder about his tattoos and how he ran into The Code.
Corpse was due to be sent to the Detention centre at Ross 640 when suddenly The Ship he was detained on was interdicted by The Code, who Boarded the ship to look for Cargo, and found Corpse. Fly Auburn took Corpse with him on their Journey back to Orrere, and it was the beginning of Corpse's interaction with The Code, Piracy, Rum, Mead and The one Drug Corpse fell for, Onionhead.
The Onionhead speaks to me. it always speaks the truth... It knows, IT KNOWS! It wants me to rip out another bounty hunter's spine, and make a necklace of his entrails. Aye, me precious Onionhead. I will spill their guts and chew on them until all sense have left me body. GUTS. GUTS!!! I will also possibly Carve another skull of its flesh to feast on, and add the skull to my collection I keep on me room. I give me life to the Onionhead and The Code. Sanity is for the Weak! Peace is for the Sane! Empathy is for the Brainless! Politics are for the Tongueless whose tongue I've cut out! hahahahahaha GUTS! GUTS! Guts and Eyeballs!*Loud Inaudiable Crazy laughter*
- Corpse, Age 28, high on onionhead over The Code's Comms.
When Corpse Discovered Onionhead on one of The Code's early Piracy runs during age 20, he immediately got addicted to it, and started smoking it almost nonstop. It has drained out most of his sanity, and it's nearly impossible to hold a normal conversation with him when he is high, but One can still have a relatively normal conversation with him when he's not high.
A Life without risk is going to bore ye beyond the Mortal planes, down to the bottom of that bottle of Harma rum in yer hand
and the reward feels more satisfying if ye risked yer entire life for it. Just like that Onionhead ye just smoked.
This is the way of the Pirate, and the way I see The Code.
- Corpse Necrumus, Age 33, overheard and seen on a surveillance camera before slitting a bounty hunter's throat at Sharon Lee Market.
As The Code took over Sharon Lee Market in late 3302, no one was more satisfied than Corpse. A station that he, along with The Code raided for years from the dark, Orrere finally became an Anarchy system, and became The Code's offical home, leaving a permanent mark for The Code in the place. He celebrated by walking around the station, smoking Onionhead, drinking Harma rum and killing any bounty hunter he came across in the station.
Sharon Lee Market and The Code would remain a haven for him for years. Yet, things would soon take a bad turn.
The outlaws of old once lived by their own set of laws: the Code of Pirates. There was indeed honor among these thieves. One could always hold a pirate to his word, for the Code was their rule of law, and the Code ensured that all pirates would prosper in that simpler time.
But for some, it was not enough. Tenuous alliances, political conflicts, and strict rules were merely chains that held these outlaws back from realizing their full potential. Some wanted more freedom, others wanted independence, and others simply wanted to drown the galaxy in blood. Together they broke their shackles and set off on a new mission: to unleash mayhem upon the galaxy.
The Code lay in tatters, its ancient ways all but entirely forgotten. From its ashes rose a new breed of outlaws: no more rules, no more treaties, no more Code. Only Mayhem.
- Mayhem Declaring it's Independence from The Code in mid-3306.
Sometime during The beginning of 3306 The Code would become more and more politically involved, despite having an Anarchy mindset, They were making treaties, alliances and setting up new rules, preventing certain factions from being targeted for piracy or destruction. This concerned Corpse, as he rememebered his past Outburst at his Superior back when he blew up a few cities on Discovery, and he was seeing more and more resemblance with his situation being restricted and shackled from doing as he pleased.
Then one day, he was told by The Code's Captain he could no longer attack specific factions. This was shortly after the Riedquat war, which The Code had won, And Corpse slowly felt like he was being robbed of his freedom. Again. He had had enough, and he was not going have it this way, luckily, he was not alone in feeling that way. Secretly, some of the Code's Bosses were discussing taking a different path, Corpse being one of them.
Following a Code-related political Drama in mid-3306, a splinter group, Mayhem, was formed and broke off from The Code, and Corpse went along with them, now being able to do as he pleased. Tensions are still high between the two factions.
Aye... AYE! Ku! Ku inta me eyes as ye die! Breathe that vacuum! Grasp fer yer last breath, Ye slitherin' Maggot! I'll pillage yer wreck fer yer guts an' eyeballs in a few minutes!!!
- Corpse Necrumus, age 39, heard and seen over a Live feed from a unknown Imperial cutter, after firing a enzyme Missile on the ship, and just watching as it slowly melts away the hull, filling the ship with vacuum.