Someone who has played the game forever, built up a business without bots. They run a super mega corporation but its all in good will and their word is bond. This person probably spends their life trying to make everything fair. They know the issues with the game mechanics but do they bitch? No. They help people through them and keep a stiff upper lip. They're standing in the airport on their way to something so middle class even they are bored and stuck beside someone half hungover, and playing on their laptop giggling to themselves.
The noises are familiar, so this man sides up to the other.
"Oh, you can play EVE in the airport?" he asks.
"Yeah they have good wifi here, I didn't think I could either..."
The man puffs himself up, a bit, happy to help this player.
"You know I actually run one of the major corpo-"
The tannoy sounds: "Would the chair of the CSM please board flight 9 to Iceland as it is ready to leave. I repea-"
The man snaps closed his laptop and half staggers off to his terminal. It was almost a connection, our man thinks.
"Goonwaffe" he hears the man peal to him.
"Goonwaffe, Goonwaffe" the man repeats, thinking about all the mistakes in his life as he grabs his briefcase and walks off.