LeberMac

Biography

Character Info

Name: LeberMac
Rank: Lieutenant
Faction: Itani
Home: After a night of screwing around in grayspace, it's easy to find LeberMac passed out clutching his trademark tequila bottle in a vacant air duct or quiet storage locker somewhere within the walls of Corvus Hold or Latos Mining. Occasionally he even can be sighted in Itani space, doing his duty.
Ship: Orion Rev C or IBG Centurion with light weapons, or possibly the Lumbering LeberTaurâ„¢, a heavy ship used for training. Usually pilots a Centurion when he means business, but has been sighted in many different ship loadouts and configurations.
Weapons: Gauss, Neuts, Phase Blasters, AGTs on heavy ships. LeberMac shows disdain for the use of missiles, rockets, or rails, mainly because since his aim is poor, he tends to go thru ammo quickly.
Email: LeberMac

Background

Callsign: LeberMac
Alts: None. LeberMac is too lazy to make and level up alts that are of any use. During a brief and unfortunate period in his life, he was known as Lexicon
Real/Full Name: Forgotten due to long-term memory loss, which is not uncommon among his people, if he could remember where his people were.
Affiliated Guild: The Coalition of Itan [ITAN]Website
Nation: Itani
Age: 40something
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Birthplace: City of Angels, West Columbia, Planet of Eo

Character Information:

LeberMac rustled through the lost paperwork and forgotten memories of his past and concocted this story, and he's sticking to it.

LeberMac was born in 4398 about 10 years after the last great Serco incursion into Itani space. Born to an unwed mother in the dirty streets of the City of Angels on Eo, he spent his formative years in a city-run orphanage. City of Angels is ironically one of the most poorly named cities in known space: While most of Eo is idyllic, with prancing bunnies, happy tweeting birds, towering vismetal buildings, lots of sunshine, fresh air, and happy shining people holding hands, City of Angels is the dark megatropolis and industrial hole that does much of the work for the rest of the population.

He grew up in this filthy city, shifting between foster parents, never staying long in any one place, but learning tidbits from each family he stayed with. His technical and piloting skills were recognized by a local wealthy Itani politician and business owner when he was a teenager, but this politician had no use for LeberMac himself. He merely wanted to extract his DNA to enhance his own children's genetic makeup. So for several years, LeberMac spent his life immersed in a genetic cloning vat, concious only for brief periods when they cleaned the vat. The last time he awoke, it was on a cold steel floor of the Ineubis Pelatus Bunker station, deep in grayspace in the godforsaken Pelatus system. It was his 18th birthday.

Being abandoned like a piece of meat forced LeberMac into self-reliance and mistrust of those in power. Determined NOT to die in Pelatus, he struggled to make ends meet by performing various programming tasks for Ineubis Mil-Spec, doing odd advertising jobs for station businesses, and even copiloting small shuttlecraft between the station and the planet's surface. He eventually struck up a small business arrangement with a local Ineubis official in Pelatus, piloting a rented government-issue EC-88 to Bractus and Edras selling custom virus-defense codes in the neighboring systems.

The years passed, and eventually he had built up enough to purchase his own ship. Bidding his former employer farewell, he started to make trade runs back and forth between Divinia and Bractus, slowly amassing wealth, experience, and a pilot's intuition. The number of pilots in known space grew, and pirates started to venture further towards Itani territory, becoming a nuisance in his area of grayspace. One day, when on a multi-run delivery mission between Pelatus and Divinia in his small Wraith, he encountered his first pirate in all his years of trading.

It was a UIT ship, the pilot's callsign was Goldwing. "Hand over your cargo" he said. Of course LeberMac just boosted towards the wormhole like usual, but his intuition told him that this was a more desperate breed of pilot, not really interested in his cargo, but in ending his life for the sport of it. LeberMac jumped to Edras. Goldwing jumped, in his battle-scarred Hornet, and set up pursuit. It was not even close, the Wraith was vaporized with little resistance. "Grayspace is dangerous." was Goldwing's last condescending message.

Spending all of his meager credits on public bounties for Goldwing's head and fruitless searching yielded no Goldwing ever again, as if he had disappeared from the galaxy. Assuming Goldwing had been dispatched by bounty hunters, eventually LeberMac gave up his vendetta, learning to stay away from pirates such as the notorious Martin and Tramshed, and befriended a mystic itani in Jallik by the name of Churin Imami.

Churin took LeberMac under his wing, teaching him the ways of piloting and the methods of navigation and the rules of the spacelanes. Under Imami Alloys, LeberMac profited nicely in traderoutes, mining semi-valuable ores, and built himself up by killing the annoying hive bots that plague the galaxy. Until one day, deep into a delivery in grayspace, he got an urgent communique from Churin: "Meet me in Sedina, we have a fight on our hands." Dropping his cargo and grabbing the most powerful weapons he could equip on his Wraith, he made his way to Sedina.

Once there, he found many itani fighting the pirate Tramshed. Carefully maneuvering his ship, he worked his way in front of the pirate, so that Tramshed's attention zeroed in on him. As the pirate screamed in, firing bursts of neutron fire that tore off huge chunks of his ship, LeberMac closed his eyes and blasted Tramshed point-blank with Jackhammers and Yellowjackets. The pirate's ship vaporized and the explosion sent LeberMac reeling. His first combat kill of another pilot under his belt, he longed for more...

Churin Imami was not seen for some time after the combat incident, but LeberMac continued to trade and earn credits in his quest for success. Without a mentor, he began to look for others that could assist him. LeberMac joined an Itani guild soon afterwards, the Itani Alliance. As a new member, he traded, mined, and worked his way up by killing bots and doing what he was told. But it was another event entirely that changed his life. Some say for the worse, some say for the better.

The day finally came. All of his hard work had paid off and he had finally reached 1 million credits. He was a millionaire! To celebrate, he bought that plot of land on Pelatus III. A million credits will buy a LOT of land on that barren rock, and he knew just where to buy. A lost freighter, the "Pegasus Wind" had crashed somewhere in the Mare Columbia area of the planet, and due to the perceived low value of its cargo, it had never been salvaged. However, there were quiet rumors of valuables on the ship that had been there for hundreds of years.

Sure enough, when LeberMac scouted the area, he found the shattered hull of the Pegasus Wind strewn about the crash site, but most of the building-size cargo containers had landed in a deep crater, covered by rock and ice over the intervening years, their insulating and protective layers intact. After cracking the case, he had discovered the old earth tequila that would make him famous galaxy-wide.

The tequila was far superior to anything brewed up by this galaxy's automated bartenders, and he soon began to develop a fondness for the liquor. Emboldened by the tequila, LeberMac began to fight duels in Sedina B-8, to go up against Serco SkyCommand Prometheus pilots in his Centurion, and to, strangely, improve as a combat pilot.

Soon, due to a bureaucratic error, he was promoted to Councilmember in the Itani Alliance. He was a relatively common pilot to see in grayspace until his troubles began, sometimes racing, sometimes defending traders, and sometimes taking the fight to the Serco. After his poor handling of the Mogul Velaio investigation, he was demoted from Lieutenant of the Coalition of Itan, and was quickly expelled by the opportunistic commander.

After his dishonorable discharge from [ITAN], he joined up with The Guild of Free Traders [TGFT]. It was quickly apparent that he was not up for a life of trading, and after several incidents, he was let go. However, he was hounded by Obsidian, whose Collector's Edition pink Axia Wraith he had accidentally crushed whilst on a tequila-fueled docking attempt.

Seeking revenge for his unceremonious sacking, he halfway joined-up, halfway "was coerced-into" taking up with the pirate guild [CLM]. The Cargo Liberation movement was an awkward time for LeberMac, and he eventually decided that hunting down traders and liberating their captive cargo was not for him, either. [CLM] was embarrassed by the entire "Drink More Ovaltine" affair, and LeberMac left [CLM] before his departure could be made more... permanent.

Hiding out from two major guilds, he holed up in Pelatus Bunker, living like a rat, until at last the station managers got wise and irradiated the entire deck he was camped out on. LeberMac sought out refuge inside a clone's shipping capsule, but apparently died in the process and was reborn into the annoying Serco Evangelist known as "Lexicon."

Licenses

Combat License 0
Heavy Weapons 0
Light Weapons 0
Trading License 0
Mining License 0

Statistics

Player Kills: 0
Bot Kills: 0
Missions: 0
Total Deaths: 0
Mentor Points: 0
Hive Queen Kills: 0
Duel Rating: 0