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Division(s): VE - Dark Jedi Order
VE - Imperial Navy
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Birthday: January 1
Date Joined: November 7, 2001
Last Active: February 19, 2009 at 11:32:11 PM
Number of Posts: 1,216
Biography: Name: Jovak Macloid Callsign: JMac Age: 24 Height: 5'10 Weight: 170 lbs Hair Color: blonde Eye Color: Not anymore Place of Birth: Corellia The metal door shook again with the impact, a large dent forming in it's center. The young woman alone in the room did her best to push herself back into the bulkhead behind her, squeezing as tightly into the corner as she could. She would normally be called pretty, though her face wasn't quite shapely enough to be called beautiful, her figure was slightly too understated to inflame men's desires at a glance. Even so, she would draw appreciative smiles in the right circumstance, and would be many men's focus of attention. These were not the right circumstances. Her brown eyes were wide with terror, somewhat bloodshot, and tears ran down her face, dripping off of her chin. Her mousy brown hair was disarrayed, a veritable rats nest, and her uniform, once clean and pressed, was crumpled. The door shuddered again, servomotors squealing as the door crumpled slightly, and her scream managed to pierce the din of alarm klaxons going off in the background. A faint odor of urine started to fill the room as her bladder gave way. The door was impacted again, and this time the abused alloy gave way, the twisted wreckage flying across the small room and slamming into the storage cubicle that kept Marissa Uara's meager possessions on board the ship. Slow and steady as death the dark knight staggered into the room. Marissa gave a small moan as she witnessed the man that had been haphazardly killing every man, woman, and child on board the ship over the past few hours, unable to even draw in enough breath to scream again. His body was covered in blood, flecks of bone, and what appeared to be brain matter, it pooled on the floor in a crimson puddle. He was completely nude, his nakedness revealing a patchwork of horrendous blaster burns, cuts, and other lacerations caused by the implements of torture that had been used again him over the past few months, working methodically on his sanity. There were places where his flesh seemed to have simply exploded, still crackling with the dark energy which flooded him, overloading the weakened vessel of his body. His face was by the feature that most lent itself to nightmares, however. His nose appeared to be broken in several places, blood slowly dripped from his punctured ear drums, his teeth were shattered, where they remained in his mouth at all, and his eyes...... His eyes were gone, literally cooked in their sockets by the sheer power which flowed through him in his rage. His had caked his face, mixed with the dark fluid that had filled his eyes in a tapestry of bloody tears, blue energy still crackling in the burnt out sockets. He took one more step, and his devestated face swiveled towards her, she could feel his wrath directed at her. And then something seemed to change. His face softened under it's mask of gore, and his body seemed to change posture without moving. His second step was more longing then menacing, despite the gore coating his body, and then he whispered a name, sounding so filled with hope and longing, lonliness and despair, that her heart went out to him despite her terror. "Erean?" Without another word he pitched forward, landing on the metal deck with an audible slap.
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LCM Jovak "JMac" Macloid/DEF/Nazgul 3-4/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA=)(=FOCE=)(MC1)(VC)

Lusthawk 8

I do not aim with my eye;
He who aims with his eye has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my hand.
I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

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