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Aventures Galactiques / Livia
« le: 27 Avril 2018 à 20:03:39 »
[HRP] J'ai retrouvé ce texte de 2010, en anglais (désolée !) sur le passé de Livia... je me suis dit qu'il était mieux ici que dans mes archives [/HRP]
My name is Livia, Livia Verheor.
I’m born a long time ago. I don’t know when exactly, but it doesn’t really matter.
I’m immortal.
I’m Vherokior by blood, but I don’t know my parents. I mean my real ones. With my sister Tessa, we were extracted from an Amar slaver by a Gallente businessman. A better word would probably be that we’ve been bought. We don’t know our deep roots, where we come from, what we left behind. My family was probably part of the Stakmarnir tribe, enslaved and kept ignorant by the Ammatars, our brothers in blood and in shame.
The gallente businessman entrusted us to one of his friends, and this is how we started our new life in the Gallente Republic. Father was an historian, spending his days and nights in the deepness of the Luminaire library. He was passionate and relentless when studying or speaking to his students, but completely oblivious of the real-world events or anything that was surrounding him.
This is how we were raised in a completely closed and protected environment, blinded by the shades and blindfolds of an easy life. Much too easy: for the greater part of our lives, everything appeared to be obvious and laid back, isolated as we were in our golden cell.
I then started to study economics and law at Luminaire University, convinced I knew everything about the Republic, the universe, everything about people and the way they were spending their lives. I was so wrong…
My first years at the university where real eyes openers: I discovered that most people where suffering, that ISK were not so easy to earn, that my very own race was being enslaved, beaten and terrorized for centuries now.
While my sister Tessa was merrily engulfing herself deeper in this easy life, I started to realize how much my ways and my life departed from most Minmatar’s lives. I started to realize that’s my eccentric, thrift less means were almost an insult to my brothers and sisters kept prisoners by the Ammar’s slavers.
I certainly needed to do something, to change my perspective on things, to reevaluate my priorities on what my life was going to be.
Thus I became a pod pilot.
My name is Livia, Livia Verheor.
I’m born a long time ago. I don’t know when exactly, but it doesn’t really matter.
I’m immortal.
I’m Vherokior by blood, but I don’t know my parents. I mean my real ones. With my sister Tessa, we were extracted from an Amar slaver by a Gallente businessman. A better word would probably be that we’ve been bought. We don’t know our deep roots, where we come from, what we left behind. My family was probably part of the Stakmarnir tribe, enslaved and kept ignorant by the Ammatars, our brothers in blood and in shame.
The gallente businessman entrusted us to one of his friends, and this is how we started our new life in the Gallente Republic. Father was an historian, spending his days and nights in the deepness of the Luminaire library. He was passionate and relentless when studying or speaking to his students, but completely oblivious of the real-world events or anything that was surrounding him.
This is how we were raised in a completely closed and protected environment, blinded by the shades and blindfolds of an easy life. Much too easy: for the greater part of our lives, everything appeared to be obvious and laid back, isolated as we were in our golden cell.
I then started to study economics and law at Luminaire University, convinced I knew everything about the Republic, the universe, everything about people and the way they were spending their lives. I was so wrong…
My first years at the university where real eyes openers: I discovered that most people where suffering, that ISK were not so easy to earn, that my very own race was being enslaved, beaten and terrorized for centuries now.
While my sister Tessa was merrily engulfing herself deeper in this easy life, I started to realize how much my ways and my life departed from most Minmatar’s lives. I started to realize that’s my eccentric, thrift less means were almost an insult to my brothers and sisters kept prisoners by the Ammar’s slavers.
I certainly needed to do something, to change my perspective on things, to reevaluate my priorities on what my life was going to be.
Thus I became a pod pilot.
