Greiv Rabbah
M.T.A.C Assault Operations Command
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Posted - 2015.04.02 18:25:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:It started off when my mother was killed in battle. Never knew who my father was and thought I would never meet him.
Instead of staying in the Federation to be raised in a series of foster homes, I snuck aboard a ship traveling to Jita. First and worst mistake I ever made.
For months I had to fight for my survival. I had to fight for food, fight for a bed and I had to fight to just even live another day.
That was until I joined up with a small smuggling ring. Their ring leader, a Caldari everyone called Slim, took me in. He taught me how to use a rifle and how to survive.
Soon I rose up in the ranks of the smugglers and when I was 18, I lead my first mission. It was an extraction mission, to get some Matari back into Republic space. We failed and I lost all the men under my command.
Instead of facing the consequences, I ran and hid amongst the Matari. While in hiding, I met a man called Mac. He taught me how to be a man and how to brew a mean beer. It wasn't until I was 20 that I realized he worked for Slim and he was my father.
Slim didn't mind that I failed but was upset I ran from my failure.
When I was 21, I fell in love with a young Brutor maid. A few months later we were married and 9 months later, my daughter was born.
At the time I was short on isk so I was back working for Slim again. He paid for my to become a clone and I have been a clone since then. Misfortune, however, followed afterwards.
First, I couldn't handle dying over and over again so I turned to alchohol. My wife and daughter left me soon after.
I tried leading my own Corp, working with Slim and Mac. We were betrayed and all, except the most loyal, left.
Now I am trying to sort my life out to try and reconcile with my baby girl. I have fallen off the sobriety bandwagon twice so far, but I keep trying.
Throughout everything though, I have tried to stay positive and I have tried to keep my head up. It has been hard but I do not give up easily, call it stubbornness or call it stupidity, I don't give a damn.
not to be an ass, but dont military grade clones metabolize alcohol far too rapidly to ever become alcoholics? or even to get drunk?
Sebiestor scout, MTAC pilot, Merc w/ a face
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