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| Callsign: |
JohnyD  |
| ComNet Rank: |
ComNet n00b
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| Division(s): |
VE - Stormtrooper Corps
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| Gender: |
Male
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| Species: |
Human
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| Birthday: |
July 7
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| Date Joined: |
March 28, 2009
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| Last Active: |
April 1, 2009 at
2:07:30 AM
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| Number of Posts: |
2 |
| ID Line: |
TRP/PFC JohnyD/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE |
| Biography: |
The silence of the room was broken as blade broke flesh, it had been a gruesome ordeal to say the least. A lifeless form emerged grasped tightly within azrae's now bloodied hands, within a few moments the infant choked to life. Saria lay motionless, her last breath taken long before the blade had pierced her belly. Accompanying the postmortem wound was a deep wound to her femoral artery high upon her right thigh and below it a large pool of blood lay smeared.
Azrae's eyes passed between his once joyful sister and his now struggling nephew as his mind raced. she had been so excited only days prior, the baby was suspected to be born the very following day. He had tried his best to discern the father from her, only to meet the same repetitive response "I Cannot say, i have given my word." if only he had pressed her further.
His mind snapped back as the baby screamed to life. knowing there was little time before the bandits would hear, he secured and cut the umbilical cord. Giving his sister one last kiss upon her cheek he ripped the pendant from her neck and closed her eyes. wrapping the boy within a nearby blanket he positioned it within his cloak and proceeded to hurry from the room. At very least she had named the boy prior to her passing, she had cried the boys name in her last breaths. Johnathon Madix Dragos, the name Dragos was unfamiliar to him though it would now stand in his mind for all his days.
Azrae had told Johny the story countless times, although he insisted the specifics had been blocked from his memory. He could hardly bare his late arrival and blamed himself for his sisters fate, but vowed to make the boy a man in honor of Saria. Though many years had passed, the taste of blood splatter still lay fresh in his memory from that day.
He had taught the boy everything he knew and at the age of 15 Johny awoke to an empty house. Signs of his uncle's absence where apparent, his clothes taken along with any personal effects. From that point on he made a habit of keeping to himself, working at a local curiosities shop (the Junk shop as Johny would say) to make his way. By the age of 22 he had saved enough to gain passage aboard a cargo ship heading toward Tadath, and with that his goal of joining the empire's Army was within grasp.
Johny is quick to question the motives of anyone he comes across, although he has become quite skilled in hiding his suspicion. He generally keeps to himself and is quick to cast aside any offerings of charity. The silver pendant he wears depicts a turquoise blue sun grasped within an onyx fist, His uncle told him his mother wore this at her death, and as such he is quite protective of it. In regards to his past Johny is a tightly wrapped book, he is not ashamed however he is not quick to divulge more than necessary. |
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Private First Class Johny Dragos
Raiders Squad
TRP/PFC JohnyD/2SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE
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