BL00Dstain

Shortly before the incident of Caroline's Star, ancient Talikan engineer stumbled across a old destroyed sleeper enclave in a Drifter Hive system. The structure dated back to the Shrouded Days of the Jovian Empire. Among the remains, they also found a wreck of a Scout Cruor that seemed to be tainted with the blood of the cadavers that used to reside here. Part of its paint-job was scraped off and retrieved.

The blood proved Jovian roots dating back over a millennium, but with a few signs of mutations and an unknown infection. Among the ghostly remains of the dead cells, some were also emitting low-level radiation. The mutated cells were constantly fighting off the disease, and the disease were holding radiated cells at bay while the radiated cells were slowly withering away at the living.

Talikan researchers decided to reanimate these genes, and that was how I came to be and referred to as the Bloodstain. I spent my first years in complete isolation in a cruel experiment that had me run missions that I belived was ultimately going to lead somewhere. After many years of that torture, the facility suddenly went into red alert and the first real world sounds I heard were of screams, explosions and twisted metal as I realized that I'm in a pod that's just running a simulation. My first sights and smells still haunt me to this day. After ripping myself out of the pod and dragging my wrinkled body over the dismembered and screaming corpses of the engineering team. I eventually reached one of the escape bays. As I fled, I saw the star swallowing what was left of the Talikan Dyson-sphere while its conduits were being overloaded. The time-space continuum shattered around me, before I lost consciousness. I eventually woke up on an Amarian rescue ship in shackles.

For some reason, my body changes a little with each clone jump. I have frequent visions of times long forgotten. I also hear ghostly whispers of the dead that urge me to paint and write with bloodstained hands. There are also Others, that force me to do things that I might regret later. Time lapses occur, and I can't always account for my whereabouts. Once, over 10 years passed before I returned with a severe case of amnesia. I'm still getting through that and back into the madness of my old being. I don't do much sleeping ether, as it's the only thing that keeps the black eyes that loom in my nightmares from devouring my soul.

Or at least,.. so they keep whispering.