2 Members
Yorkshire Trading Company [YORVI]
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Character Biography
The Yorkshire Trading Company
“By trade, by trust, by tea though the origins of that last bit remain contested.”
Long ago, in the forgotten records of Old Earth, there existed a realm called Yorkshire. Not a city, nor a nation, but according to the most persistent archival echoes a mighty kingdom or Empire that stretched across great valleys and starlit hills. Some claim it was nestled in North Northern Ireland, others in the distant Maple Provinces, and still others insist it was a sovereign empire lost between the coasts of old Britain and mythic Canada.
The truth is uncertain. The myth is stronger.
Yorkshire was said to be ruled not by force, but by character. Its people welcomed travellers, forged alliances, and built prosperity not through conquest but through friendship, trade, and quiet resolve. No empire ever claimed them; no war ever subdued them. Their greatest weapon was hospitality, and their legacy was respect.
The Yorkshire Trading Company was born in that spirit.
Founded by descendants of that half remembered land, the Company stands for open ports, fair dealing, and strength through cooperation. They do not conquer. They connect. They do not raid. They restore. Their starships carry goods, but also goodwill. Their stations offer security, but also sanctuary. And their presence in any system is a sign that diplomacy has arrived with a handshake not a warfleet.
Some whisper that the founders Mythos, Xedion, and Sol never actually found Yorkshire’s true coordinates. But perhaps that was never the point.
“By trade, by trust, by tea though the origins of that last bit remain contested.”
Long ago, in the forgotten records of Old Earth, there existed a realm called Yorkshire. Not a city, nor a nation, but according to the most persistent archival echoes a mighty kingdom or Empire that stretched across great valleys and starlit hills. Some claim it was nestled in North Northern Ireland, others in the distant Maple Provinces, and still others insist it was a sovereign empire lost between the coasts of old Britain and mythic Canada.
The truth is uncertain. The myth is stronger.
Yorkshire was said to be ruled not by force, but by character. Its people welcomed travellers, forged alliances, and built prosperity not through conquest but through friendship, trade, and quiet resolve. No empire ever claimed them; no war ever subdued them. Their greatest weapon was hospitality, and their legacy was respect.
The Yorkshire Trading Company was born in that spirit.
Founded by descendants of that half remembered land, the Company stands for open ports, fair dealing, and strength through cooperation. They do not conquer. They connect. They do not raid. They restore. Their starships carry goods, but also goodwill. Their stations offer security, but also sanctuary. And their presence in any system is a sign that diplomacy has arrived with a handshake not a warfleet.
Some whisper that the founders Mythos, Xedion, and Sol never actually found Yorkshire’s true coordinates. But perhaps that was never the point.