CITIZEN DOSSIER

Gorfian, Citizen of the ’Verse. Born under Orison’s showroom glow, wired with ADHD, depression, and anxiety, I learned early that motion is medicine and stillness is hell. A misfit Gatac Syulen starter and freelance Covalex hauls taught me grit, routes, and how to turn being “too much” into a flight style instead of a flaw. Alliance Aid pulled me into storms; moving crates, meds, and hope is where “Colonel” became a workload, not a rank.

These days I fly under the Prophets of Paddington, Silent Orbit subsect: work like the world is ending, fuck like you survived it, laugh like the Bear is listening. Origin hulls feed my vanity, Argo and MISC rigs feed the refineries, and Alecto and the Mole know exactly how far I’ll push for a good vein.

Pansexual, polyamorous, proudly loud. I don’t just fly ships; I live in them. I don’t fly straight. I fly true.