Elliott Foster

Born and raised in the Kima District of Omega by a pair of low-life typically wrapped up in the lifestyle of Omega, Elliott was raised in a place of risk and reward and the home of criminals and terrorists; far from perfect to raise a kid in. Suffice to say, Omega was his home, and Elliott found himself moulded by everything wrong in the universe. As he was growing up, he quickly learnt that his parents could only protect him so much and that every corner could have some bastard wanting to spill some blood. As such, raised in an atmosphere of paranoia and crime, Elliott quickly became as bad of an egg as the rest of the folk on Omega. Starting off small, Elliott was small enough to go unnoticed during the crazy hours in the station and as such was trusted by smaller gangs at first being used as a courier and general labourer. Fortunately, being only a small kid being used for this that and the other, he rarely had trouble due to simply being unnoticed. The work wasn’t difficult, sure, but the pay wasn’t exactly great; he was a kid after all and didn’t really need payment, just another reason for him to be used by the smaller gangs of Omega.

It wasn’t until he was about ten years old that things started getting interesting. Having made a few contacts and now that he wasn’t exactly a small young kid, Elliott began to learn how to use a sidearm, having been giving it by his parents; who were more than happy to support him with his fall into the criminal underworld when they weren’t drunk, drugged or getting themselves filthy in the life of Omega. Not exactly having enough credits for tonnes of ammunition, Elliott could only teach himself how to shoot little and often, always keeping a couple clips spare and on him just in case. During his previous work, the kid had already found himself an addiction; making money. He was still young but he kept looking for work amongst the contacts and any possible new hirers that he came across on Omega. Of course, being raised by the scum of the galaxy, Elliott was notably streetsmart than having an actual education; something that wasn’t exactly available on the station. Ducking and diving from danger and making a few credits in the process was how Elliott grew up and, knowing nothing else, he grew to love it.

Whilst his success had been small, it was during his teenage years that Elliott had a sudden change of careers; adopting a more violent approach to getting his earnings after a lack of income after his courier skills were no longer required. Having had a couple years or so to teach himself how to use his sidearm to a standard where he’d be able to handle himself more than adequately, Elliott did his best to sell himself to whoever was looking for someone with a gun. Trying to be as convincing as possible when lying about his age; which had a mixed result on more than one occasion, Elliott found himself working for a wide range of people who were either too afraid to do things themselves or simply didn’t have the credits to hire one of the leading mercenary groups on Omega. Ranging from security to the slightly questionable, Elliott put everything into his jobs, making sure that he always made sure that the job got done and that there was nothing that could tie him and his client to the job. Being an adept at this, of course, his attempts were not always successful. Many a time he had to run off into the shadows and hide out for a couple of hours until he was sure that he wasn’t in any danger; luckily, he had kept himself alive this far.

Reaching young adulthood, Elliott decided to put himself forward to join one of the Mercenary groups on Omega. He found Blue Suns first, putting himself forward and hoping that his former work and his ability that he had years to practise would get him a place within their ranks and for the most part, his hope was proven. Being trained up to Blue Suns standard, Elliott became one of many operators that made up their ranks within the Skyllian Verge. Spending several years within their ranks, he found himself on contracts alongside his colleagues, earning a very pretty penny whilst doing so. It was all he could ever want, money and the chance to make a name for himself. Not only was he able to enjoy himself, he also found himself able to make contacts and friends within the organization whilst they spilt blood and drank booze together.

After a good number of years of service, Elliott left the Blue Suns with a healthy sum of credits and with the knowledge and experience of working within the Blue Suns to become a freelance mercenary though quickly became known as an assassin for his cloak and dagger work on Omega, professional work for a high price, Elliott’s career kept him living the semi-high life with risks thrown at him left and right; to which he loved to no end. Working in the assassination ‘industry’ across Omega for a number of wealthy customers; knowing they’d happily pay huge sums for him to remove their problems, he worked happily for a good number of years.

After his career on Omega, he was approached with a new job offer. Deciding to put that vacation on hold for a considerable amount of time, Elliott accepted and was thrown in with the rest of the crew, for better or worse. Hey, perhaps he'd get a drink or two whilst he was at it?