Bio
Born in Area18, Theopolis Thistler learned to dismantle and rebuild in his parents’ cramped MobiGlas-repair shop. Later in life ArcCorp would accept him into the order of the Diamond Hand after pulling three thousand razor-fine micro-alloy “thistles” from an Idris’s fusion reactor, saving the company millions in replacement costs. His feat elevated him to near-mythical status among Area18’s lower classes—and even inspired a tongue-twister in his name.
Today, he pilots a Drake Vulture—aptly christened "Thistler’s Maw"—into derelict wreckfields of ArcCorp’s most forbidding sectors, where only fools or legends dare to tread.
Thrumming the thrusters of Thistler’s Maw,
Thriftily sifting sieves of unsifted thistles,
Theopolis Thistler, the triumphant thistle-sifter,
Thread three thousand thistles through the thick of his thrusters;
If Theopolis Thistler threads thistles through thunderous thrusters,
How many thistles to prime Thistler’s Maw for ArcCorp’s clusters?