Who am I? Why should you care about the words I wright or speak? What significance does it have on your life?
These are just a few of the questions that run through your mind now, as you ponder about the words I am about to lay before your own eyes. I cannot promise it will be of anything important to you or life changing. Nor will it open your eyes to a different point of view. There is no guarantee that there will even be glorious tales of victory on the battlefield or stories of the fallen. All that I do promise, if care to continue at all, is that is about my thoughts, my experiences, and most of all, who I am. This is my story.
Who am I, you ask again. I'm sure you're looking for a name, but throughout my life, I have been called many a names: darling daughter, ungrateful cur, a blasphemer, troublemaker, a lost soul, a Matari sympathizer, a bitch, a lover, a friend. The list can go on, and some of what I mention I have heard more then others, sadly. Though I believe the name you seek is the one given to me at birth: Ce'Rin Deleen Kaelestria. These days, however, I am content at just being called Rin.
What I am now, is a capsuleer, one of the so called "immortals" of the cluster of systems that make up New Eden. One who originated in within the Kingdom of Khanid and trained within the Amarr Empire itself. Before all that, I was once the daughter of a promising captain of the Royal Navy, who himself was a banished member of a noble Cyber Knight family. I suppose that makes me of noble blood as well, but I certainly don't feel as if I belong to any sort of nobility class. Not after all I have been through, and especially now, in the position I am in currently.
A few months back, I had found myself imprisoned within the Empire, under the charge of "aiding and abetting the enemy." That was hardly the truth, but it didn't matter. They had what they wanted to attract the person they really wanted, my missing love. I spent two grueling months there, submitted to constant religious brain washing, tortured and beaten at times when I resisted. Many of times, I found myself in solitary confinement, and on some of the more quiet nights, I thought for a brief moment I could hear my long since dead father talking to me, trying to comfort me in those hours of need.
I was in a terrible state a month ago when I was released into a Holder's care. For but a moment, I thought my life was about to get worse, only till I saw who the holder was. An old friend, one I met out in my time in the Great Wildlands, had come to my rescue. This friend, Esna Pitoojee, made me an offer, to be under his servitude for a while till it was safe to set me free, and in return for my service, he would help me. Considering that if set free now could land me back where I was prior, and knowing how Esna is towards those under his servitude, I took the deal. Alas, the deal came with a title I rather not wear and often try to hide these days...
That title is a slave.
