Nuuj: Born on Jel V. His parents had left him in the care of his crazy Aunt who still sits at the bar singing and rambling on about 'Jovian mistresses' and 'drone catchers'.

Nuuj's father had been an experimental escape pod tester that is until he was killed four years ago when he was ran over by a drunk-driving lunatic in an Erebus somewhere within the Pegasus region. His mother rest her soul had been a janitor within the Cynosural generator array tanks in yet another low-sec star system, although Nuuj had not seen much of her as he grew up he did recognise her image appearing on the news. The poor old lady had gotten too close to the Cynosural field with her mop when it activated, listening to music she had never known what hit her. The lower half of her body had been transported to outer space, wheras her upper half, well lets just say that the tanks were forever stained, red.

Nuuj however looks for shall we say different adventures, namely mining and mission running luckily.