Why did you become such a cold-hearted, blood-thirsty killer? Did you owe back taxes? Were you blackmailed for some scandalous photos with an under-aged electronic market agent? Is one of your family members being held for ransome? Are you a drug addict or an adrenaline junkie? Why do you do it? What keeps you going back mission after grueling mission?

I think I won the thread

That is not fair, but it was so damn good

That is not fair, but it was so damn good

I think I won the thread

Why did you become such a cold-hearted, blood-thirsty killer? Did you owe back taxes? Were you blackmailed for some scandalous photos with an under-aged electronic market agent? Is one of your family members being held for ransome? Are you a drug addict or an adrenaline junkie? Why do you do it? What keeps you going back mission after grueling mission?

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@Rattati: Some of these are really good. Adding an entry for backstory to the in-game merc profile would enrich the sense of individuality as a mercenary and contribute to the immersive Dust experience. I vote for backstory as a character profile field.

*At the funeral of my wife.*
This creature softened my heart of stone. She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

Why did you become such a cold-hearted, blood-thirsty killer? Did you owe back taxes? Were you blackmailed for some scandalous photos with an under-aged electronic market agent? Is one of your family members being held for ransome? Are you a drug addict or an adrenaline junkie? Why do you do it? What keeps you going back mission after grueling mission?

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@Rattati: Some of these are really good. Adding an entry for backstory to the in-game merc profile would enrich the sense of individuality as a mercenary and contribute to the immersive Dust experience. I vote for backstory as a character profile field.

I was bored

Terry Webber comes from a long line of soldiers, tracing back to a time long before the collapse of the EVE gate. Several journals written by his ancestors recorded his family history and told stories of battles long forgotten. Terry Webber continued the tradition by joining the Federal Marines of the Gallente Federation as a battlefield medic. During his service, he gained quite a reputation by saving the lives of several fellow soldiers from severe mortal wounds. Then one day, during a battle against the Caldari State armed forces, he lost his both his legs to a proximity mine after pushing another marine from harm's way and was honorably discharged.

After he returned home, a representative from the Crux Special Tasks Group proposed an offer that would give Webber his legs back. The representative tells him of a new experimental and top secret cloning procedure somewhat similar to what the capsuleers use. The process would give him a new body, stronger and more durable than an average one. Anxious to able to walk again, Terry Webber gladly accepted and participated in the program. Afterwards, he thanked the corporation that helped him stand again by joining their ranks. After exemplary service, he joined other corporations that were formed by other cloned warriors. He is currently serving in the corporation known as Molon Labe.

Aeon Amadi was born on Intaki Prime with a low birth weight and, being prone to infection, was considered a lost cause in the more rural area of his birthplace. His mother did what any right and proper parent would and fought to keep him alive. As a result, he grew up relatively healthy, and despite his parent's disapproval, left home in his early twenties to join Mordu's Legion. His primary goal was to get a sizable financial backing and get his family away from Intaki Prime - though little benownst to him at the time his parents would never leave the Intaki home world, sealing fate as it were.

Toward the end of his six year contract he experienced a revolutionary turn of events.

While entire constellations away his family's home was invaded by a low-level Serpentis gang, who killed his entire remaining bloodline. While the event itself was traumatic from afar, it was worsened by the knowledge that their bodies were mutilated and piled together with a resin poured over their remains to cement the corpses in place right in the center of the family home. Though he never witnessed it, the visualization clung to memory, and Amadi's demeanor turned largely passive and reserved compared to his prior optimistic and cheerful self.

He had friends in high places in the Legion and silently cashed in on favors, eventually having the gang-members tracked down individually and consolidated (much to the dismay of local police forces). It was after having killed each and every one of them, that Amadi's psyche became completely broken, obsessing over whether or not things would have been different if he had simply never left home. Despite them all being dead, he still wanted revenge, somehow.

That longing for revenge clung to his consciousness and he spent several years in therapy; vaguely alluding to what he had done but never actually explaining it. Due to this, the treatment was lackluster and ineffective, resulting in further social withdrawl and heightened aggression, accompanied by a seemingly never-ending insomnia. This culmination of multiple disorders, which he was genetically pre-dispositioned to from the very second he was born, led to the steady decline of his entire being.

Having gone undiagnosed, his fueled aggression brought him to sign another contract: This one involving experimental infantry clone technology in private trials. Training, trial and error, and baptism by fire crafted a psychopath rather than a soldier - a man who's comrades stayed clear of him for his subtle oddities and growing lack of hygiene. Whenever the bullets started to fly, he heard the mocking, raucous laughter and vulgar, verbal abuse of those (very dead) Serpentis gang members beneath the helmets of his opponents.

Eventually he transcended to become an Empyrean and, strangely, with his transfer of consciousness, the broken wire of his own insanity seemed to follow. He was eventually removed from the Legion for a variety of reasons, none more specific than the fact that he literally believed he was holy Idama - reborn without the use of technology. The coincidence of his name being 'Idama' in reverse only added to this delusion of grandeur.

It doesn't seem to matter how far he goes or how many times he has to kill them, those Serpentis gangers never seem to stay dead for long...

I am an Achuran descendant of the caldari state.

I was born on the planet Eha III while my parents were working for the Ishukone corporation. My father was an inventor working on the mass transit systems in the growing colonies and my mother was a teacher at the Eha III university. My younger sister was born when I was 7, although I at first didn't like the idea of having a sibling we bonded when she was 4 and were best friends growing up. She had a very mischievous personality and enjoyed playing pranks every opportunity she had. I was fortunate to have the responsibility of being an older brother as my mandatory state service training was only a few months away. Before I left my mother gave me an Achuran white songbird pendant, telling me about our families history of honor and service and that I should wear it with pride while I was training.

At age 17 I had graduated from the state war academy, I was for all intent and purpose a competent soldier should the need arise. Though I never wanted to become a soldier, I was studying to become an inventor like my father. My sister, now age ten was determined to become the best fighter pilot the state had ever seen. She still had her mischievous personality, I thought that might get her into trouble in the Navy but I enjoyed pranking people with her again none the less.
A month after I had returned gallente forces started a new offensive, tensions were high in the border zones, there was talk of evacuations and conscription. As the fighting intensified in lo-sec the capsuleer militias clashed in the void, worlds were set ablaze. A gallente fleet broke through to the Eha system and began blockading the planet, the Ishukone forces in orbit were enough to hold them back while transports escaped the system. I was running back to our house through the mobs of fleeing citizens when the gallente positioned above my city.

The last time I saw my family was right before the orbital bombardment leveled my district.

I suppose I was lucky though, Some Ishukone Watch soldiers managed to pull me from the rubble and got me on one of the last dropships off the planet. As I watched the streams of plasma fire burning into my planet, I felt numb. The only thing I really felt was the acceleration of the dropship as it approached escape velocity, and would be the only feeling that I would have for the coming months.
Eventually I arrived at an Ishukone station. Masses of evacuated people from all over the Black Rise region were moving about, calling for loved ones, asking for rations, pleading to officals. I stayed there for a while, meditating with my pendant trying to reach out to my family. Every time I closed my eyes I would see them running out of the house, I would try calling out to them before a blinding light vaporized them. That's when I decided to enlist in the Ishukone Watch and receive more military training.

After a few years in the watch I was granted acceptance onto one of the special operation teams. Some times conducting raids on gallente facilities and districts. I relished the opportunity to kill any gallentian I could, not sadistically, just killing them. I still felt numb, the only times I felt anything at all was when I was killing gallente or accelerating through the atmosphere. Achura are known to be introverted but even other Achura thought me odd. I never spoke unless it was about a mission, I had no friends, my rifle was closer to me than any human was. Etched into her is my blood debt for my family that I am slowly paying off with gallente I kill.
I was then approached by some higher ups from the Ishukone company, very hush hush stuff. They said they were working on a way to create a super soldier, one akin to the capsuleers in space and said I was a candidate for the program. I only asked one question, "when do I leave" my only possessions being my rifle and my white song pendant.

I was slotted to receive my clone after a few months of physical and mental training. All the candidates were getting along pretty well, starting to form a team. I watched as one candidate pranked another in the mess and remembered my little sister, followed by a horrible depression that made me feel physically sick. I ran out of the mess hall and out to where I could get some air. As I stood there gasping for breath a dropship flew over and landed in a hanger facility at the far side of the training compound. For the first time in years I grinned.

I ran to the hanger and found an idling dropship with another candidate admiring the missile launchers mounted to the side. I hopped up onto the ship and asked if he needed a lift, he was excited to get a ride. Luckily for me the cockpit door was open and the pilot was talking to his wing commander about 80m away. I strapped in and hit the throttle wobbling into the air. You can imagine the horror on my new friends face as he realized I wasn't a pilot. I put the nose down and felt the acceleration of the dropship and smiled. The flight was pretty short though after I crashed into a building (after avoiding a mountain) when the emergency crews showed up they found two survivors, one being my new friend and the other being me laughing hysterically in what remained of the cockpit. The major of the small air base commented saying, "Your getting demoted for that stunt, if not court martialed numbnuts!" my new friend started cracking up shouting "Pvt Numnutz!" and the nick name stuck. After that I was able to open up a little, It seemed I was a speed junkie of sorts and asked to be trained as a pilot. I'm sure my little sister would be happy with my choice, maybe that's the reason I stole that dropship, who knows.

Today I fly caldari assault dropships, on the side of the nose some letters remain unscathed from the marks of battle, next to the scores of tallies it reads "Songbird"

Here is a quick and simple one. I'd rather not get into too much detail.

Name:Georgia Xavier
bloodline: True amarr

Back story: Georgia belongs to a family mostly dedicated to the Empire's army. Georgia was planning to pursue the way of the entrepreneur much like her peers of ni-kunni origins but once the Matari rebelled, her family's honor has pretty much diminished. In order to regain what was once lost she joined the empire's military.

Through hardwork and persistence she excelled until finally she went out into the battlefield. But what she trained for and what war actually is aren't one and the same. Her clones constantly dying to countless other soldiers of immense skill. She couldn't take it, the humiliation she suffered thus she let herself fade into obscurity,forgotten.

Now a mercenary,she is much more care free, choosing to forget her less than stellar past but still ever so loyal to the empire thus she honed what little skill she has. Many are eons ahead of her in terms of battle prowess but that doesn't deter her one bit. She will serve the empire one way or another.