|| OOC INTRODUCTION || Your name is ERIDAN AMPORA. The LEVIATHAN. You are 13 sweeps old, ruthless commander of the IMPERIAL LEGION and HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION'S lap dog. Far gone are the halcyon days of your wigglerhood. If there was ever a doubt in your pusher about where your allegiance lies, it's long been smothered under the ashes of fallen federations. You have decimated whole galaxies in the name of THE EMPIRE. Despite your illustrious military career, your personal life remains unfulfilling. You are a ticking, MEGALOMANIACAL time bomb. No amount of imperial dinners can satiate the yawning chasm inside you that aches for companionship. But let's be real: if your fronds didn't like you before, they most certainly hate your abdominal sausages now. You have no bridges left to burn. In your free time, you bemoan your various CONCUPISCENT FAILURES in the form of circumlocutary, vitriolic chitts. You are proudly HEMOIST and fond of EXTREMIST IDEOLOGY, boasting a great love for the works of TROLL JULIUS EVOLA.