Real Name: Mark Contreras
Location: Florida, United States
Time playing: Two and a half months
SP: You currently have 78 skills and 2,775,581 skill points
Goals: PVP based.
ISK: 153Million
I am a really easy going guy with a bad schedule. (I work nights) I generally love going to the beach and drinking my ass off. 23 years old with a military background. (Spent 4 years Marine Corps Infantry) Love the out doors, guns. Those are fun too!
Looking forward to contacting you guys online! Hope you enjoy this back-story, Criticism encouraged!
Shuddering in uncontrollable fits of pain, Lolni Daesal clutched her chest as she fights for breath; the medical personnel stands by quietly as they watch the woman in pain.
Yet a small smirk of satisfaction comes upon the lips of the Chief Medical Officer as he crosses his arms which are dressed for surgery. He looks to his left and right and grants his two young apprentices one nod a piece.
Quickly they strap the young pregnant woman to the table and to her horror they stirrup her legs, and silence her screams with a ball-gag. A sharp scream pierces the air as she fights them with what strength she has left, though the assistance easily over-power her.
There was something satisfying about the terror in someones eyes as they struggled with pain, bathed in its exotic sensations which many forbid. Though in his twisted mind, she wanted the pain and in ten years of marriage there was nothing sweeter than to hear the whimpering of his gagged wife as the wild fear in her eyes pushed him forward. Fear permeated off her stronger than the scent of her unwashed body.
This was his hospital, and this was his wife. He controlled his people, and he controlled his wife. And with begging eyes she strained against the leather straps that held her down.
"The child comes, sir." One of the tall assistants mutters in an almost robotic tone.
"Inject the poison. That child shall be worthless." The smirk turning into a mad smile the husband almost beams at the cowled assistant. Though under the cowl a Minmatar Rebel nods his head, keeping his face hidden.
Suddenly bringing a wide bladed combat knife to bare, the dark skinned Minmatarian slams the length of the blade into the neck of the medical officer. Splashing blood onto the floor as if from a bucket. The other tall assistant throws back his cowl nods towards the rebel. With dark blue eyes and fierce features, a Caladari Marine brings about his pulse rifle to guard the small windowless room at the door. "I told you I would return love." His deep voice matched the bravado of this rescue. "This twisted bastard will no longer get his way. Ret, give her the medicine. And take away her pain, this is my child. And we shall raise him to love the freedoms we fight for my friend."
After injecting the pain killer, the child is birthed without any pain at all.
"Mihrath... you. You came! Thank the creator.." Her weak voice manages as she lay exhausted.
"It is not finished yet. We need to get from here." A low humming sound radiates from the pulse rifle as Mihrath opens the metallic door. Peeking out into the hallway all the personnel have sudden dropped to the floor, blood trickling from their eyes and ears. "They must have been implanted with slave modules. We got lucky here my friend." Mihrath nods at Ret as he picks up the exhausted mother gently.
As a child, the Caldarian Civire Martri Daesal was instilled with a fierce honor and a unquenchable love for freedom. Mihrath reminded his son of the struggles of the Minmatarians, and how they were enslaved for so many years. And they are still fighting to be completely free.
Martri loves the Minmatarian way of life of honor, and he feels that his fate is tied in with them bound in honor from birth.
(repost from Ushra'Khan's main site)
