Homeworld - Dorin
Clan - Fry
Traded goods as a pilot, until he got greedy and "lost" the cargo and sold it to a local crimelord on the far reaches of the galaxy at the behest of his handler. Now with a bounty on his head from the Empire, Sir had to quickly adjust to life in the underground with only his piloting skills keeping his head above water. His Handler still gives him some gigs undercover, but Sir Fry doesn't really know what the endgame is.

Were the riches worth it? Hell no. But here he is.

Once word was sent out to the clan, they cut off all ties with Sir. Either in an attempt to save him or the clan. The younglings on Dorin still look up to him and contact him in secret, not understanding the extent of his crimes or the potential harm that could come to them. Sir doesn't have the heart to tell them he's an outlaw likely to never return home again.

Survive, make money, explore the expanses of space, and hopefully one day return home without worrying about waking up the next day.

Bounty: Fucked with the wrong corporation and the empire by 'Losing' some incredibly precious cargo. What it was, he doesn't know. But now his life is fucked and they're after him.

Family: The younglings of the Fry clan still look up to Sir and privately contact him from time to time, despite the elders completely cutting off all contact to save the clan from repercussions of Sir's decision.

Favor: The handler from the Corporation who gave him his final gig also gave him the details on where to send the cargo if he wanted extra money. Now, in exchange for more opportunities to smuggle goods to different planets, the Handler asks Sir to keep falling further into the criminal world.

Tall 6'2" Blue Gray skin
Wears a turtleneck-like shirt and gray pants, wears a duster when going off ship. Doesn't necessarily look like he's working in the seedy underbelly of the system.

His mask is rather simple, with only a tentacle-like prong coming out of the top of the breather showing his clan's unique mask.