EVE Fiction

Just writing this, seeing if i can get into Eve fan fiction. I credit Corin Lethander as inspiration for writing this bit of fan fiction. He is using my toon in his fan fiction and wanted some back story of my toon... i might have gotten a little carried away with it....

Let me know what you think about my first crack at fan fiction/scientific articles... I don't admit to have the best spelling or grammar in the world, so kindly comment on any corrections you see.

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Lycio has been seen in Cyrodil, Morrowind, Hammerfall, Earth, High Charity, the Borderlands, Mars and multiple other landscapes. He has been the tycoon of medieval earth, a tortured Sim, bacteria, a tribal leader, a spore, a planet destroyer, and the commander of armies across the ages and races. The name "Lycio" even echoes thru damning final radio transmissions from distant galaxies.

He has triumphed and has been devoured. Thru multiple reincarnations a fierce diligence has evolved along with a sense of loyalty and purpose. The cause for good and protection of the innocent has been his battle cry thru most lives, but when the tides of the universe become turbulent, there is a dark, cunning, unforgiving, and conquering wind that sweeps across the battlefield leaving its dreadful mark in rivers of blood, heaps of bodies, mountains of rubble, and desolate landscapes.

In New Eden, Lycio stands about 6'4 or 193 cm and weighs in around 225lbs or 102 kilos with athletic build. On all of his starships, space allowing, there are old torture devices from the ancient Old World honoring the punishment used by pirates from a place called Earth. He uses these "rowing machines" while orbiting asteroids in close proximity, with the inertial dampeners off of course, to stay physically ahead of most other capsuleers.

He has the rich olive skin of a planet dweller that rapidly loses color and resembles other demigods' flesh when cold or adrenaline is spiked. He has dark brown hair that freely flows when long, and is wiry and curly when kept short. Piercing blue eyes that lack an iris pattern resemble a dying black hole upon blankets of blue radiation with a starless space iris in the center occupy his sunk in sockets. When angered or in grave amounts of pain, they become beads of ancient, cold, hard, piercing Damascus steel with a fleck of carbon in the middle.

Untrue to Minmitar culture, Lycio keeps his body clean of tattoos. This allows him to exist among the constellations free of racial and national borders. To keep true to his roots in a unique way, he prefers to keep a neural flash preserver implanted in a skill slot, which in addition to taking a last moment image of his brain, records the last few neural impulses from around his body to account the way in which his last clone perished. The scars from previous clone's death (be it laser, bullet, shrapnel from an exploding ship, or the razor sharp teeth of a guard animal) are added to all his surviving zombies, usually when he takes conscious of the new mindless body - "Earn your stripes." He proudly states. This masochistic routine allows some him connection to his abandoned tribe.

Implants are a must unless a suicide mission, or a known chance of slim survival, has been accepted. Lycio prefers to be ahead of the competition or potential assailants mentally as well He is known to spend more on implants than his ships. Boosters and other impure chemicals, aside from the occasional aged rum or bourbon, rarely touch his blood stream - never know when they will wear off - better to have a constant, and consistent state of awareness.

A closely kept secret, known only to a select few of the Jove and Lycio himself, (once known by a curious clone tech who's thumb now resides in a rather... peculiar collection...) literally lies within one of Lycio's bodies. In place of hardwired skill modules, deeply ciphered Jove data recorders and transmitters encased in mock hardwire modules select and silently broadcast messages to THAT pocket of forbidden space. The Champion, as Lycio prefers to call it, is only active while Lycio is working within his true occupation. Data acquisition and research, as Lycio likes to call it, "has a much softer landing on the ear than scientific espionage or idea theft." The game can be deadly, painful, and terrifying with some recent discoveries, but the pay is nice and the Jove don't exactly have their own fingermen to spare. Besides, "I owe those angelic mutants my life and more."


Lycio has a fondness for the mythological Old World, the times before New Eden. True to Minmitar nature, he carries an old hand held revolving projectile weapon. Those closest to him say it sees far too much action for a weapon of "last resort." Caldari torture technology be damned, the barrel of a miniature Minmitar auto cannon in the face yields far more information, and protection, all in one. This little trinket is one of his muses. In addition to the most recent lacerations, every new clone is outfitted with one of those primitive revolving chamber hand cannons.


To be continued.....

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