My friend, The Time has come to put a end to this meaninless conflict. Only the end of this war will bring peace to the world , whatever the cost....whatever the power....whoever i have to face even if that is you.... Fairwell my Friend.
Someone once called him a cump; he threw them down the stairs.
A bad tempered and generally antisocial youth, Mitcho was brought up in the rough end of a rather upmarket naighbourhood. While his contemporaries were playing GravBall, young Mitcho was sloping around and generally looking surly. His parents eventually dispaired and sent him to the Amarr military academy, where he was generally abused by all for his aristocratic upbringing and extrordinary dress sense (according to him of course). Soon he proved himself to be the master of nasty, and sometimes dangerous practical jokes (the academy never did find the Cankan Rats that were released in the female dorms one rag week).
One day young Mitcho recieved a small inheritence from a distant relative and decided that it was time to leave the academy and venture onto greater things. Unfortunately, ten minutes after resigning and making planetfall he bankrupted himself on a designer suit without realising it, and was forced to return to the academy and beg for his position back. He was accepted only on the fact that it was a VERY stylish suit...
Eventually Mitcho graduated at the very bottom of his class (just behind the kid who nearly was killed when he
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