Bio
Gorfian… Citizen of the ’Verse. Born on Orison’s clouds, raised to play small but wired to break limits. ADHD, depression, and anxiety were early copilots until a Gatac Syulen broke the cycle and freelance hauls taught grit through motion.
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When storms hit, I signed on with Alliance Aid—moving crates, meds, and hope. The payouts were fine; the faces at the pads mattered more. Rank says Colonel now, but brass never owned my flight path.
Origin Jumpworks called with a triple‑dipped red 325a tuned for instinct over caution. Bounty work came natural; credits followed. My fleet grew: 400i, X1 Force, G12r, M50. When hauls needed muscle Origin didn’t make, I chose an RSI Constellation Taurus for power without compromise.
Now I fly solo, running Covalex freight by choice and carrying Alliance Aid rewards as I stack toward the day a Vanguard Warden gets its own pad.
Pansexual. Polyamorous. Proud. I don’t just fly ships, I live them. I fly for me.