Ebonyswanne
Gatchamaniac
I am a Swan.
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Registration Date: 25-04-2007
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Count Egobossler
He stood with his hands behind his back in a stance noted to powerful military leaders in history, watching the activity in the front circular driveway bellow. His eyes taking in intently everything that was happening down there from the library window of the ancient ocean cliff side mansion he had recently acquired for Galactor. Victories is what the new leader required of him in his conquest of Earth and victories is what will make Count Egobosslers dreams become reality. World leader the Earth, all bowing before him.
Some would say that he was a mad man but he differs to that notion, what was sanity anyway? Something some physiologist came up with to justify ones actions and take away responsibility. Some would say that witnessing the brutal death of his beloved mother and his revenge that followed would be the triggers for his later actions, but he would only smile at that analysis. He had studied great leaders and the ones he admired most were considered insane to one degree or another. Stalin, Hitler, just no one appreciated their brilliance. Their only flaw was that they failed. He had studied the characters of his predecessors to Galactor. Katse, too careless with his men, in the end they had no loyalty to him, Gel Sadra a mere child really prone to emotional tantrums with no discipline, not cunning enough and failed too.
He would not.
Some shied away in fright when they saw him and others tried to hide it. But he knew what they were thinking and it served his purpose. His blue skin and light grey eyes, the whites of them making his eyes even paler would make you think he was a walking corpse. A cross between Dracula and a zombie or both in the one man. His high collared red cape and dark coloured formal clothing and long boots added to the illusion.
His radical move, as some would call it to change his appearance was his commitment to his goals to become a world leader, and his ambition had no boundaries. There were people who stood in his way, they white shadows five that became one. But he would take care of them. He had spent years learning martial arts from master Japanese Senseis, and the arts of the Samari warriors of Japan. Those that refused to teach him often met their death when he returned to challenge them. One thing he learned of the ancient Samari culture. Never leave an enemy at your back. Eliminate any potential threat from the, family left behind.
There was one enemy from the first war that he had encountered briefly, and the encounter had almost ended his life.
Red Impulse squadron.
He had decided he would kill them himself, as soon as he could hunt them down. This was personal for the Count. But they has died before he could do the job himself and even though it was Galactor that had been the cause of their death he still felt dissatisfied with the denial of running a sword through them himself. Their kin would pay the price for them and he had vowed to hunt down any survivors. Leave no enemy at your back to come later for revenge. His cold, cold grey eyes were now following a vehicle that was pulling up at the stairs and a small smirk appeared on his face just showing the white of his teeth as he watched his men drag out the semi conscious prisoner from the car and try to make her walk up the stairs. He didnt always like to kill his enemy straight away; there would be plenty of time for that soon&
He walked over and picked up his brandy glass and swirled the aged Hermitage Cabernet sauvignon red wine and closed his eyes to listen to the Opera playing loudly in the background. He would have his revenge&&..
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30-05-2007 11:08
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Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
I am a Swan.
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Registration Date: 04-04-2007
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31-05-2007 01:09
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