Obsidian Soul (Character)

Character details

Obsidian Soul
Name	Obsidian Soul
Gender	Undisclosed
Race	Minmatar
Bloodline	Vherokior-Thukker
Licensed	December 25, 2008
Corporation	Undisclosed
Occupation	Noob2
Specialization	Interstellar Domination

The seriousness of businezz

Raised among the Thukker Caravan Clans, Obsidian was born with the genetic disability of partial blindness that plagued the descendants of former Amarrian slaves. The macular degeneration that accompanied the disease was arrested early in his childhood by advanced medical treatments from a Gallente Humanitarian Mission. It left him with 90% of his eyesight intact (10% of the time, he sees... things), but also left him with the startling appearance of white irises, paler than even the eye color common among the Sebiestor tribes.

He started showing faint traces of genius when he baked a giant cookie asteroid in the central sun of U-3HAO (better known as the Thrívaldi System among the Thukkers) at the age of 8 using a Probe Frigate and several discarded mining drones. He then proceeded to discover the answer to the greatest mystery of the Universe at the age of 12. So great that even the exact nature of the mystery is unknown. Yet the answer was as crystal clear as the hidden pockets of deep space between star systems: 42.

The number that bought him nothing but scorn from his fellow Thukkers. Scorn that erupted into violence in a food fight in the cafeteria of the Thukker Fenrir class ship Brísingamen. He was forced to flee at the charges levied against him, particularly the grave case of Pie Throwing which merited the punishment of Veldspar Mining for 3 months. Wandering in his beloved Rifter Itzpapalotl, he finally found himself in the relatively civilized space installations of Heimatar. He spent most of his early teens chasing cats around cargo holds and serving coffee to the occasional 'immortals' that docked in his home station in Hek - the pod pilots.

When he stubbed his toe for the umpteenth time chasing a fat tabby in the dark corners of the Reactor Control Systems room, he gave up and decided to become a pod pilot himself. He gathered his courage and bribed that scary old lady in the Boundless Creations recruitment office. Unsurprisingly, he passed the pilot licensure exams. The installation of the necessary implants hurt a bit, but not that much. Pretty soon, he, himself, was one of the immortals. With the disappearance of the limitations of age, he started dreaming... dreaming of things far greater than he ever hoped to dream of before.

Cookies...

Lots and lots of cookies.

Relatively young and naive, Obsidian nevertheless is determined to succeed in his nefarious plans of Interstellar Domination and the acquisition, by force or otherwise, of all the cookies of the known and unknown Universe. He has since been hard at work, leaving a trail of empty Pastry Shops and ravaged Cafés in his wake.

And he is only just beginning...