The J.D. Gaffa Days - Blood Moon Legion

Ryven joined J.D. Gaffa, Inc. in hopes of increasing his financial stability. He became CEO after an extremely short period of time, but had trouble adjusting to the humdrum of life in Empire Space. He engineered entry into the New Eden Commonwealth Alliance, which brought some action, due to a short war against End of the Line, where he gained his first real experience commanding a fleet, and the war was won quickly. The alliance fell apart, however, and Ryven searched for a new one, which he found, in Night's Dawn. He established two starbases in Geminate and gained Sovereignty in a small system. This was only temporary. Mostly Harmless and Wildly Innapropriate invaded, and JDGI suffered some heavy losses. Ryven grew despondent after leaving ND. He resorted to frequent piracy, and after moving to Balle, simply gave up his role as CEO and went into seclusion for eight months, his own demons eating at him. He finally emerged from his seclusion and wandered about until a fellow from Blood Moon Legion passed through the area looking for recruits to help fight Pandemic Legion and IT Alliance in the north.

BML was a component of Tactical Narcotics Team Alliance, a subsidiary of the Deklein Coalition of Alliances. He was revived and fell into a frenzy of violent activity. The massive fleet engagements stimulated him, and he found destroying PL's capital assets to be exhilirating. Eventually IT fell, and BML had a crisis of identity. A change came over Ryven. He felt the need for absolution, and he didn't know why. Nonetheless, he left the north and journeyed down to Amarr to seek entry into the Knighthood of the Merciful Crown.

Null-Sec, Entrepreneurship, Betrayal

YC110-Early 111
Ryven was adrift, listless, bruised and weary. Capsuleerdom meant he got to experience death frequently, and it was always moderately unpleasant. He had been free of the Academy for only a few weeks when he suffered his first death. A pirate destroyed his Ibis and subsequently podded him. He felt a sharp pain as his pod vaporized, and the sensation of being stretched across an inconceivable distance before reawakening in his new clone, groggy and pissed off. Then came his first corporation, an abortion of a merc venture that saw him running lots of missions for Home Guard and Spacelane. The frenzy of murder for profit. Then his business partners, Katurn and Red Kai, gallente and Jin-Mei respectively, convinced him to join Xercore with them. This was a short period culminating in an expensive and poorly outfitted loss of Red's Hyperion and the trio's ejection from the corp.
They then joined FCUK, a subdivision of Liberty Alliance, which had just made a hegemonic pushed into the Pure Blind Region. Ryven got a taste for capsuleer combat sitting in ambush on the EC-P8R/Torrinos stargate in a Crow or a Drake. He enjoyed living in P2-TTL and the mentorship of his friend, Shock Ryder. All good things come to an end.
IRON attacked, an act of betrayal. Ryven undocked his Drake from the P2 station and was quickly destroyed. Starbase gunners manned their turrets as hundreds of ships poured into the system. Ryven contracted all of his goods to another capsuleer, Baron Nerus, to be carried out of the Region. Liberty was evacuating. Ryven hopped in his Crow and headed out of Pure Blind through the long route to Nonni.
Ryven left Liberty a few days later to follow Shock Ryder to the Arrow Project, a member of Morsus Mihi. His combat record from this period is empty. He focused on gaining capital by killing pirates in lonely dead end systems in Tribute. His life was quieter and he was slowly growing tired of his Morsus comrades. So, they left to fight Band of Brothers in the South, and Ryven left to join some capsuleers in J. D. Gaffa, where he would supposedly make a lot of money.

Scorched Earth

Can a scarred heart ever really heal? For years, I have carried the oppressive burden of my past sins, the guilt of which slashed at my heart and bound me in a tailspin toward greater and greater acts of depravity. I tried to numb myself through my bloodlust. Then, for reasons I don't understand, I sought absolution through a faith alien to my blood, fighting for a cause far removed from my upbringing. And yet, I feel my wounds closing. I feel the black rage lifting. Now, where once there was rage and hatred and insatiable desire for violence, now I feel the calm wash of acceptance, peace, and the certainty of fighting for something other than the reward of another mark on my record. Now I serve something other than my own demons.

Sometimes I long to return to the State, but my newfound faith would make me an oddity, and my past would garner me few friends. There is a coldness to being cut off from your people. I wonder if this is a general rule applicable to all humans or if it is uniquely Caldari. Maybe this is the catalyst that drives the Matari. Perhaps.

Old Foes

Pandemic Legion have set up shop in Amamake. I don't know why. Still, my pulse quickened upon hearing the news. My old foes from my time fighting them and IT are here and shootable. My pleasure only grew in the past few days. We enlisted the help of the Caldari to deliver a blow. We used a covert jump bridge to land a sneak attack on a carrier at their starbase in Amamake. We took a fair number of losses, my Manticore among them, but we destroyed thier Archon not 50 km away from one of thier titans and inside the envelope of their base's guns. Amarr victor, bitches!

Changes

Ryven deliberated for a few days before he enrolled. The deciding factor in his decision was the promise of both freedom from natural death and the promise of commanding his own ships. The State apparently had overlooked his parentage, and he spent his first year at the Academy adjusting to the rigid set of rules enforced there. He was not trusted by his peers, nor especially liked. He made a few friends, however, but they were not particularly strong or binding. He managed to scrape by in the upper half of his class. His second and third years, his instructors praised his tactical caution, but derided his chaotic impulsiveness and willingness to try reckless tactics. Ryven would always shrug and say, "It's not like I'll be dead for long, anyway."
His fourth and final year was pretty much a blur of small fleet training exercises, which he excelled at. Paradoxically, even though he was a very impulsive and egocentric individual, he flew well with a group. Ryven didn't find this odd, since he'd been doing that shit for twenty-four years.