It took a while to edit it down to a point where EVE would accept it as a proper bio, but I managed to finish Rotevni’s rather extensive history. What was really frustrating about it was determining what the actual character limit was. See, when I originally typed it up it came out to 2,025 characters with spaces. I tried to copy and paste that into the bio field on the EVE gate for characters, and when I hit save it told me the limit was 2,000 characters. My thinking was “Oh, that’s reasonable. Hold on and I’ll use my varied lexicon to adjust some choices.” I cut it down to 1,997. Tried to paste it again.
Same [expletive] error.
So I figured maybe this had to also leave space for character name, federation, corporation, and other unknown formatting things. Cut it down to 1,743, tried again, and got the same error.
Well, to make a long story short ( ha, puns! ) I eventually managed to get it to keep. Final character count is at 1,598 and it saved without issue. See, I was doing this because I’d put one in place in game earlier, and was okay with it, but for some reason EVE decided to erase it. Not sure why, maybe because I tried to edit it later and forgot to save or something. Still, either way, I figure I’d explain my little row with it’s coding ( coding and I are arch enemies ), and provide a copy of it here for easy referencing later. So, here is Rotevni’s brief history.
Rotevni’s life story reads a bit like a comedy of errors. Born in the late 20th century, Maxwell discovered at a very young age that he had two very unpopular things; a wise mouth, and a scientific progenic mind. Expelled from nearly every public and private academy, he crashed classes, studied on his own, performed experiments, and built facilities and inventions with his own funds.
Late in 2012, there was a very energetic explosion centered in Rotevni’s lab, removing the entire British Isles and the Northern coast of France. He managed to escape by forced jettison of an I.C.E.C. [Interorbital Croygenic Escape Capsule] which threw him past the atmosphere. First found several decades later, by that time Britain was but a memory and no one even knew his name.
With few resources to his name, he worked for various groups. Bringing his very advanced methods of scientific thinking into the current of the time before yet again some strange accident in his new lab would freeze him and throw him through space for more decades. This cycle was repeated frequently. Eventually, both the distance he traveled, and the time he was lost were so great that when he was found, the I.C.E.C. was mistaken for an antiquated and heavily damaged capsuleer pod. With no records, he was entered into the cloning system through a debt work-off program with the Federal Navy Academy.
Industrious, a workaholic, and generally lucky, Rotevni paid off his save-debt in lightning speed. His own man again, he hoped to get back to what he loved most; inventing, and changing the industrial scientific complex.
Hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn’t, then I have some beachside property in the Andromeda galaxy that Rotevni would love to sell you. Only temporally relocated once!
— Vid