Name:Willy Gender:Male Age:29 Clan:McCloid Tick the role you want to be in [M] Regular [M][X] Wild Geese[] MMC[X]
Biography:
Well now, first thing is that no one knows me and my clan MUCH, and well, our neighbors at the living quarters of the Arranmore base barely remember our clan name and myself.....that said my little self story might become bit more clear.
I am the 3rd generation of my clan, and a bit story of the clan as well- My clan started out as my great grandfather finding a nice lad to 'mate' with and aye; did he have a sense of choice....He was in the bar of the Arranmore base at the age of 35, and he had a loada drinks and was so drunk that he felt the base moving and thought it was for his weight (wasn't a lot, hah!). He got up in around the morning time expected in the Dublin system and when he did.....He saw 2 amazing gorgeous women, one on his right and another on his left....nude and tired and sleeping on his dual bed. He felt something our the bed sheets and it was another gorgeous woman as the other 2 and apparently she was sleeping on a warm side of the bed where there was no pillows to comfort her and she was at least at that time wearing some clothes....at least that's what I was told an year ago on my birthday....and how I learned to deal with such a situation if it comes. It so has it that my great grand-dad had married 2 of the 3 women from that point on, after he got slapped by the woman which was on his left and she left him and that the women on his right married him when his proposal was quite awkward that he proposed 2 women at the same time and they agreed.....later on the days following, the woman who was on his right, had become quite strict and his days with the relationship to her was worsening by days. At one point on a bad day, my great grand-dad came to his home to his wives and told the one which had that day appeared under the sheets that, "What would you do; if I left one of you and stayed with the other?" and the woman replied graciously, "I would want to stay with you and raise this baby within me (at which point he immediately was shocked) with you but if you have to leave me and stay with her....I'll still have to keep loving you with all my heart." And he immediately stands up and goes to the bar.....after a while he gets a message of a mission, he took it and he went out with his Greyhound and went to the destination of the place.....there he found 3 corsair bombers and 9 fighters......he wrote a note before engaging the corsairs, "I choose you and will come back for you with all my might....and bring the Mollys victory and defeat the corsairs!"
And then he did so with all his abilities and his capabilities fought the corsairs and came back to home and said the woman who didn't love him and just 'wanted' him...."You better leave now before i throw you out" "Dont come back." The passing years after the child was born, he taught him all our goals and aims and purposes and taught him the way to properly fly a ship and shoot and how to throw corsairs off-guard and make 'em angry. He also said dont be drunk in a bar when your lonely and want somebody to love you. (I laughed when my father said this to me)
My great grand-dad then lived happily and died and in service to the mollys and with a loving wife by his side. Having taught my grand father well and under the guidance and keeping the guardian, who was my great grand-dad's well known bartender, to be the guardian of my grand father.
My grand father lived a normal life and died before I was born and he had raised my father alone, and the woman given birth to him left my grand father on his own with his heart crushed and his heart strong for his son, my father.
My father was born more of a 'reasearcher' molly employee....he was well educated thanks to my grandfather's time spent on raising him and my mother was a warrior in space, although she did a lot of time in the bar hooking up and staring at my father as he added gin and coffee together and began to read his newspaper! (hah, that rhymed somewhat) My mother was educated in basic medicine too and had spent somewhat of her spare time in the local arranmore clinic. My father and my mother had met on one fortunate day that my father was to write a report of gold mining efficiency and research/development and was sent to one of the gold fields and at the same time my mother was assigned to escort him and his work....later in the moment after long conversations and tiring waiting of no action to attack my father's research from the corporate enemies....my mother fell into a daze of love from my father and my father to my mother....later my father was 'escorting' my mother (if you know what I mean)...and then an hour later of wonderful jollification, my father's research was pretty much done...well at least it was good as any research that could be done by him. They returned to arrranmore base and then after a month, my mother and my father met on the bar again and my mother noted my father about me being within her and growing. Thereafter my father decided to, and did, marry my mother.
So now that you know of me descend and ancestry, how's about me's story now.... I was born 8 months after my father's and mother's marriage (obviously). I, at the age of 8, was taught basics of close-combat and the history of my clan and the reasons why these corporate people attack us and we attack them harder. At the age of 16, I was gifted a blaster from my mother and a modification to it from my father (somewhat experimental...but worked better then you'd expect) for my 16th birthday....another year later I was taught and understood of the shield efficiency rates and ship classifications. When I became 19, I started me simulation trainin' of fighter and bomber ships, 2 years later I graduated the training and finished a noice book o' 'better guns'. No remarks later on from that point and years passed.....My mother died holding my father's hand and with me father's loove when I was 24. At the age of 27, I started doing missions that arranmore base had thrown my way and was completing them rapidly and exquisitely. 7 days before my 30th birthday....I am sitting in the arranmore bar, breathing in the cold air of space base oxygen and hints of drunks all around me, and before I get drunk, I wanted to stay sober and send this transmission to join the proper ranks of the Mollys. *Raises a jug of scotch* To the Mollys! *Drinks*
*Raises a jug of brandy* And death to the unjust bretonians! *Drinks the jug dry, and drunk-likely falls on the bar booth's table to sleep*
Stranger shouts: Noice call willy! *raises his bottle* Oh! you're already down, eh? *Also falls asleep on the bar*
Reasons for joining us: Pledging and ready to perform the tasks of the Mollys and to assist in the process of freeing the Dublin system from Bretonian unjust fools. S.K.Y.P.3 information adm.admiral.awesome
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