Percy Toot was born in the rust-stained shipyards of the Minmatar Republic, where broken hulls were patched together as often as broken lives. Like many of his people, Percy grew up under the weight of history—but he carried it lightly, armed with a sharp tongue and an ability to laugh in the face of hardship.

His family passed down a peculiar story: that they were distantly related to a long-forgotten spacer named Dave Lister, a scruffy mining technician who drifted through deep space aboard the legendary ship Red Dwarf. Most dismissed it as nonsense. Percy didn’t. To him, it was proof that greatness didn’t have to look polished—it just had to survive.

Percy followed the only path he knew at first: mining. He worked dangerous belts in barely-held-together vessels, coaxing ore from asteroids while dodging pirates and malfunctioning equipment. He developed a reputation—not for discipline, but for improvisation. If something broke, Percy would fix it. If it couldn’t be fixed, he’d make it work anyway.

Eventually, the grind wasn’t enough. Percy wanted out—not from work, but from limits. He scraped together enough credits (and favors) to enter capsuleer training, leaving behind his old life for something far bigger.

Now an independent capsuleer, Percy Toot roams New Eden with a ship that’s equal parts engineering miracle and health hazard. He still mines when it suits him, but he’s just as likely to take on odd jobs, explore uncharted systems, or push his luck where others wouldn’t dare.

He’s not trying to be a hero. Not trying to be famous.

He just figures if his distant cousin could survive drifting through space with nothing but attitude and bad habits—
then Percy Toot can do just fine carving his own legend among the stars.