Vengeance is the fire that fuels me.

I was not born a capsuleer. I was forged into one — tempered by betrayal, loss, and the endless void of New Eden. The baseliner life I once lived was stripped from me by the greed of capsuleers who saw me as collateral damage in their petty wars. My world burned, my family lost, and all I was left with was silence… until the day I awoke in the pod.

Now, I wield the same power that destroyed me.
And I will use it to make the galaxy remember.

My path is one of patience and precision. I strike from afar, letting time and distance work in my favor, punishing those who believe themselves beyond reach. In the depths of null-sec, I carve wealth and survival from the corpses of pirates and the wreckage of empires.

But I am no mercenary. I do not forget. Every hostile fleet that dares to threaten my home, every capsuleer arrogant enough to cross me, becomes fuel for my wrath. When my corporation calls, I answer — silent, focused, relentless — until nothing remains.

Autopops is not here to build an empire.
Autopops is here to tear them down, one kill at a time.