Memowai

Memowai’s father ran a ragtag resistance working toward overthrowing the Amarr Empire. She was 12 when an Amarr Centurion brought an onyx box with her family crest engraved to her. There were no words, she knew what this meant. In her father’s room her hand trembled as she opened the box. Within was her father’s left hand. Memowai gazed at the scar that ran down the center of the hand, her mind recalling when her father told her about his scar, the family promise and how he would explain all when she was older. Face hard she obtained a knife, steeled her resolve and cut down her father’s scar. Removing a gold wafer chip she quickly lanced her hand in the same place. Memowai gasped, flesh opened, and blood began to pour forth. With chip inserted she began to rehearse her dinner accident story. She knew it was time to learn about this promise and to fight the Amarr at every opportunity as she walked the blocks tightly clutching her hand. It was time for her to meet her destiny.