The Red Mist

Welcome! This is the first of what I hope will be many posts recounting the adventures of Brutus Severus in New Eden. Now some of you may not be too keen on ol' Brutus as he is after all a dastardly pirate who makes his living by taking what he needs from others. But whatever your views may be of a character with a -10.0 security rating I hope you'll find the blog entertaining.

Now Brutus has come a long way since he emerged from his clone vat just under a year ago and there have been quite a number of twists and turns along the way. But for a while now he's been following a straight and simple path: flying rifters solo in PvP for profit. Now luckily he had some ISK reserves behind him when he set out on this quest because I think it's fair to say that it hasn't always been a smooth ride. The triumphs and tragedies have been many but in one way or another Brutus has made his mark in the dark skies of Eve.

There are plenty of questions that could be asked of Brutus: why hasn't he tried to join a corp? why does he still fight for the militia? why does he only fly rifters? what turned him into a wrongun? was he drunk when he got the tattoo done? but these are best answered as his story unfolds. The truth is that only one thing really matters to him: the adrenaline rush of PvP - the Red Mist of combat. And with that in mind his story begins...