Hey guys,
I'm sure most of you are aware of who Kevin Massey is however those of you that aren't familiar, he is an artist that commissions 'in-game' pictures of us, the players, to our liking.
This morning I woke up to my RP Commander, CMDR Umbra Thanatos.
Name? Thanatos, but known to a few as 'Umbra'.
I was born and raised in the scum riddled system of Mannona, a prison colony on the far reaches of Federation space. That's about as much as I know when it comes to home, I didn't know my father, not so much as even a whisper of his existence. As for my mother? I was sold straight into slavery - I suppose she never even saw me, I doubt she even survived.
You see births are forbidden on Penal Colonies, helps keep the numbers down, less mouths to feed not that the populace are really fed at all. If you're a prisoner of the Federation, you're a slave with a death sentence, the quicker you accept that - the better. I grasped that at a young age, that's why I'm still here.
Working the mines on Mannona 2 was my punishment for being born, three meals a week and water from an unknown source if I found something worth hauling, otherwise it was the local vermin for supper and bathing water to drink. The rats we weren't ever short of, there was always that at least. If you char-grilled a station rat you wouldn't have to worry about the viral diseases they carried nor would you taste the scum and corpses they nested in either.
None of us knew what we were really mining or digging for, major mining operations were always carried out in distant asteroid belts. Some said there was old technology hidden beneath the earth but those men were either sectioned for insanity or hung for insubordinate behaviour. Such is the savagery of a Federal Prison Officer, our old Earth-born cousins, hanging still one of their practices.
The years blurred together, I don't know how old I really am. I measure my age by milestones and one significant milestone made me what I am today? My escape.
Of course, freedom come at the cost of blood, but not blood that didn't deserve to be spilled.
A few of us were due to be taken back to Thornycroft Penal Colony, a 'civilian' station above our desolate, broken home and I had to make sure I was on that ship.
To earn my place amongst the 8 I'd have to partake in a deathmatch, 64 contestants, duels between individuals to the death. The last 8 were to be returned to the station for a luxurious 48 hours before being shipped back down to hell. Needless to say I made the cut but I never got to enjoy that meal, no my prize was much more sweet. I'd been plotting this for years, so much so that it drove me insane - times I'd snap waiting for the opportunity.
Fortunately for me blood sports were a common source of entertainment for the Officers, something which I partook in over the years to earn extra keep. I'd a knack for using a blade you see, as many found out. In fact it's how I earned the name Umbra, from an old alliance scholar, however that's a story for another time.
The week leading up to the match, I coerced with another fellow prisoner slave, Spuddy - a mountain of a man, almost certain to make it to the end. We'd agreed that the ship was ours whether our oppressors knew it or not. We'd schemed with a few others and made sure shivs made it into the cargo, I even managed to keep a shard of glass on my person during the boarding. They never would of guessed I'd go as far as impaling myself in the leg to conceal a blade.
After a vicious and bloody mutiny the few of us that remained commandeered the ship - only a few kilometres from the dock so we knew suspicion would be raised swiftly. We darted for uncharted space certain we wouldn't be pursued.
Many milestones have passed since that date, faces I do not recognise have risen to power and the galaxy seems ever so eerie. It feels like a cataclysm is on the horizon, but I seek my past for now. I have many stories which I may share in the future - a lot of hazy memories that I'm still piecing together since the Solar incident. Being in statis in a cyropod for an untold amount of time, leaves many questions.
All I know now is the Federation will pay in blood for their heinous ways and this 'Empire' will help me achieve my goals.
Bellum internecinum.
If any of you are interested in getting work done by him, please just go check out his page, http://www.kev-art.com/elite-dangerous-portraits.html - there are plenty of other commissions, mostly with players real faces for that extra personal feel.
CMDR Umbra Thanatos. o7
I'm sure most of you are aware of who Kevin Massey is however those of you that aren't familiar, he is an artist that commissions 'in-game' pictures of us, the players, to our liking.
This morning I woke up to my RP Commander, CMDR Umbra Thanatos.
Name? Thanatos, but known to a few as 'Umbra'.
I was born and raised in the scum riddled system of Mannona, a prison colony on the far reaches of Federation space. That's about as much as I know when it comes to home, I didn't know my father, not so much as even a whisper of his existence. As for my mother? I was sold straight into slavery - I suppose she never even saw me, I doubt she even survived.
You see births are forbidden on Penal Colonies, helps keep the numbers down, less mouths to feed not that the populace are really fed at all. If you're a prisoner of the Federation, you're a slave with a death sentence, the quicker you accept that - the better. I grasped that at a young age, that's why I'm still here.
Working the mines on Mannona 2 was my punishment for being born, three meals a week and water from an unknown source if I found something worth hauling, otherwise it was the local vermin for supper and bathing water to drink. The rats we weren't ever short of, there was always that at least. If you char-grilled a station rat you wouldn't have to worry about the viral diseases they carried nor would you taste the scum and corpses they nested in either.
None of us knew what we were really mining or digging for, major mining operations were always carried out in distant asteroid belts. Some said there was old technology hidden beneath the earth but those men were either sectioned for insanity or hung for insubordinate behaviour. Such is the savagery of a Federal Prison Officer, our old Earth-born cousins, hanging still one of their practices.
The years blurred together, I don't know how old I really am. I measure my age by milestones and one significant milestone made me what I am today? My escape.
Of course, freedom come at the cost of blood, but not blood that didn't deserve to be spilled.
A few of us were due to be taken back to Thornycroft Penal Colony, a 'civilian' station above our desolate, broken home and I had to make sure I was on that ship.
To earn my place amongst the 8 I'd have to partake in a deathmatch, 64 contestants, duels between individuals to the death. The last 8 were to be returned to the station for a luxurious 48 hours before being shipped back down to hell. Needless to say I made the cut but I never got to enjoy that meal, no my prize was much more sweet. I'd been plotting this for years, so much so that it drove me insane - times I'd snap waiting for the opportunity.
Fortunately for me blood sports were a common source of entertainment for the Officers, something which I partook in over the years to earn extra keep. I'd a knack for using a blade you see, as many found out. In fact it's how I earned the name Umbra, from an old alliance scholar, however that's a story for another time.
The week leading up to the match, I coerced with another fellow prisoner slave, Spuddy - a mountain of a man, almost certain to make it to the end. We'd agreed that the ship was ours whether our oppressors knew it or not. We'd schemed with a few others and made sure shivs made it into the cargo, I even managed to keep a shard of glass on my person during the boarding. They never would of guessed I'd go as far as impaling myself in the leg to conceal a blade.
After a vicious and bloody mutiny the few of us that remained commandeered the ship - only a few kilometres from the dock so we knew suspicion would be raised swiftly. We darted for uncharted space certain we wouldn't be pursued.
Many milestones have passed since that date, faces I do not recognise have risen to power and the galaxy seems ever so eerie. It feels like a cataclysm is on the horizon, but I seek my past for now. I have many stories which I may share in the future - a lot of hazy memories that I'm still piecing together since the Solar incident. Being in statis in a cyropod for an untold amount of time, leaves many questions.
All I know now is the Federation will pay in blood for their heinous ways and this 'Empire' will help me achieve my goals.
Bellum internecinum.
If any of you are interested in getting work done by him, please just go check out his page, http://www.kev-art.com/elite-dangerous-portraits.html - there are plenty of other commissions, mostly with players real faces for that extra personal feel.
CMDR Umbra Thanatos. o7
Although I think they are positive to all kinds of fan made stuff. It drives the Elite universe and fan poll.
