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[Mendoukusai]

Name: Mendoukusai
Age: 41
Previous Occupation:
Background:

Born on a space vessel, raised on a space vessel. Improperly raised, is the
truth I realise today. With strict cultural enviroment, I was brought up to
be a man of honor, and of honour I became. This 'honour' has granted me not with
unmatched discipline, but with misguided actions.

Tuesday, I remember, just a week after I had graduated combat training
I would set the stairs for a decline into maddness.

The ships scanners were showing several Hogosha, but we made no move,
no action. My family had always been harassed by Hogosha, and it had always
been something both parties dealt with 'honourably'. But our 'honour' was far
greater. A curse, not a boast. The Hogosha opened fire upon our craft without
so much as a hail. Retreat would have been the correct approach, outnumbered
as we were. But we stood and fought 'honourably'. To the death.

But I survived. Perhaps I survived because my instincts are too
strong, or maybe my 'honour' is too weak.

To think escape pods would even exist on a ship owned by my family. But they did, and as the fight raged on, I could start to see them. In my head. We were facing certain doom, and safety was but a few doors away. These thoughts I had to repel from my head, they were a cowards thoughts.
'Dishonourable' thoughts. But it was impossible to qualm, as soon as the
shields fell and the ship shook, I was sprinting down the hall. Before I could
get ahold of my actions, I ejected into space.

My pod stabilized in time to see the destruction of my own
family. I was not suprised to see the Hogosha leave without turning their
heads. They probably never checked for an escapee, having seen the way we
were. It wasn't too long before I realized what I had done. I shamed my
family, I was a coward. The solution was suicide. And anyone before me would
have done it. But I could not. It was an impossible feat for my body to grasp,
although my mind desired it. Since I could not redeem myself with death, I was to
be punished with exile.

For the next many years, I vowed to live in solitary confinement,
among un colonized areas. But I had lived on a space ship. Finding nutrition
became difficult at times, impossible at others. I often ended up wandering
into the citys and towns, begging for food and shelter. Such is how I recieved
my un soiled name.

I had again 'dishonoured' myself. Breaking the vow I made to attone for my
sins. I was dying on the inside. To be alive after making such errors.

But I endured. I've been slowly wittling away until recently. My mentality had begun to change. I have come to realize the "truths" behind 'honour'. However, these ideals
has been engraved into me at such an early age. I still feel their 'pull'.
I returned to the world in search for a 'cure' of sorts. With my over due inheritance I was able to afford enough to get where I am at now.


Division Choice(s): Security/Fighter

Reason(s) for choosing to join GMG|: I sought you out above any others, it seemed the most fitting for a profitable change in lifestyle,

Reason(s) for choosing to join the division(s) you picked: A chance to settle the scores with Hogosha blood. GMG tactics seem more realistic, as staying alive is an unfixable priority.





**\\OOC//**

Skype: s2cndchance

Have you ever been sanctioned before? If yes, what for? -No-

Previous RP Experience: I have never RP'd before a few weeks ago.

Current Server Faction(s): [collectors] group

Please rate what you consider your RP skills to be, on a scale of 1-10: 2, maybe. I am completely new to this (RP). My imagination is a bit lacking. I know all the rules, I'd say I'm bearable.

Do you agree to never at any point go OOC in system chat? (Local may be used in emergencies e.g. having to leave in the middle of a fight) -I Agree-

If you fail to abide by the following rules, do you agree to lose the GMG| tag? -I Agree.-