Bio
Born in 2921 on a struggling frontier colony, Draefan learned that the law served whoever could afford it. By seventeen he was stealing cargo for smugglers. When a job went bad, he faced prison or enlistment. At eighteen, he chose the UEE Army.
Over ten years he rose to command a Tumbril Nova in the Vanduul War. He witnessed cruelty on both sides, watched officers excuse the inexcusable, and obeyed orders he'd rather forget. An engagement that killed his crew left him wounded. After recovery, he was discharged at twenty-eight.
Civilian life brought years of dead-end jobs and drifting. A privateer crew offered money, freedom and danger, until their appetite for blood made them more trouble than they were worth. Draefan walked away.
Now thirty-five, he takes mercenary work on his own terms. He'll lie, steal or fight if the reward suits him, and turn down a fortune on a whim. He's no hero, no zealot and nobody's loyal soldier. His only constant is refusing to be owned.