AESTHETICS AND ARCHIVE.

I.    ◞      »     ❪  VEHICLES   /   JACK .  ❫

Jack’s   vehicle   of   choice   is   a   BLACK   1987   S&S   CADILLAC   HEARSE   ,   which   he   has   owned   and   kept   in   pristine   condition   since   he   bought   in   in   1988   .   The   windows   are   lined   with   red   velvet   curtains   ,   and   rest   assured   that   he   has   most   definitely   uh   ,   fornicated   in   the   very   back   of   it   numerous   amounts   of   times   over   the   years   .

Personally   ,   he   loves   turning   heads   and   confusing   most   by   driving   such   a   car   ,   and   he   views   it   as   a   bit   of   a   joke   ;   a   member   of   the   dead   driving   the   funeral   coach   .

𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑    .    Jane    King    had    been    shuffled    away    ,    filed    into    yet    another    temporary    home    where    the    parents    had    too    many    kids    ,    not    enough    time    to    deal    with    the    behavioural    issues    of    a    𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙳    𝙰𝙽𝙳    𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙻    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽    𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁    𝙾𝙻𝙳    𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻    .    Unbeknownst    to    her    at    the    start    ,    this    was    the    last    foster    family    she’d    stay    with    ,    as    she    was    on    the    brink    of    adoption    ,    but    the    light    at    the    end    of    the    tunnel    was    muddled    and    far    .    

It    was    a    slow    start    .    Jane    kept    to    herself    ,    tended    to    her    younger    sister’s    needs    ,    𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓    𝐀𝐍𝐃    𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘    ,    unsure    of    this    new    family    that    seemed    just    as    rambunctious    and    rowdy    as    the    last    ones    had    .    Michelle    had    little    trouble    integrating    into    the    new    faction    ,    but    she    was    young    .    She    saw    smaller    kids    as    playmates    ,    people    that    would    share    their    toy    bricks    and    dolls    with    her    .    The    elder    of    the    two    was    wiser    ,    though    ,    hardened    and    far    too    grown    for    her    age    ,    and    she    knew    this    wasn’t    meant    to    last    .    She    couldn’t    settle    only    to    have    the    ounce    of    comfort    she’d    built    up    ripped    away    yet    again    .    𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙽    𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳    .

Dinah    must’ve    been    sixteen    at    the    time    ,    and    although    she    wasn’t    much    older    ,    𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨    𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚    𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚    𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧    .    It    wasn’t    bad    ,    per    say    ,    but    Jane    had    yet    to    understand    the    mentalities    of    a    late    teenager    ,    as    she    was    only    just    entering    those    years    herself    .    If    anything    ,    she    was    mentally    closer    to    the    adults    in    her    life    .    Interactions    were    minimal    at    first    ,    and    Dinah    appeared    to    be    the    most    level    headed    of    the    family    ;    she    was    sweet    ,    really    ,    and    had    the    girl    not    been    so    distrustful    of    others    ,    maybe    they    would’ve    become    friends    a    hell    of    a    lot    sooner    .    

Flash    forward    several    months    ,    and    Jane    could    say    that    she’d    finally    made    a    friend    ,    someone    that    promised    to    stay    in    touch    when    the    time    came    for    her    to    leave    .    No    one    had    ever    bothered    with    such    sentiment    before    .    The    older    of    the    two    was    always    so    certain    ,    so    hopeful    that    the    King    sisters    would    find    a    loving    ,    and    permanent    family    .    Sooner    or    later    ,    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃    𝐓𝐎    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄    𝐈𝐓    ,    𝐓𝐎𝐎    .    But    it    didn’t    end    there    ,    no    ;    uplifting    sparks    of    hope    aside    ,    Dinah    had    indoctrinated    the    young    teen    into    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳    𝙾𝙵    𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺    :    Blondie    ,    Joan    Jett    ,    The    Stooges    ,    and    so    much    more    .    Little    did    she    know    ,    Jane’s    world    was    changed    from    the    very    first    tape    ,    and    she    had    sculpted    her    future    right    then    and    there    ,    absorbing    all    she    would    later    credit    as    her    influences    .    The    two    shared    more    as    the    weeks    went    on    ,    and    once    the    barriers    had    been    broken    down    ,    it    was    like    a    flood    ;    rapid    ,    and    quick    they    were    to    grow    close    ,    and    Jane    might’ve    said    she    had    𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙    𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧    𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧    in    the    process    were    she    not    still    fearful    of    attachment    .    But    Dinah    was    patient    ,    Dinah    was    kind    ,    𝙰𝙽𝙳    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶    𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽    𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳    𝙷𝙴𝚁    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳    .    

 𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘  .    𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  .      You   could   say   he    was   trouble   ,     and   it   was   likely   that   he’d   just   agree   with   you  .     They’d   met   during   a   very   pivotal   point   in   John’s   teenage   years   ,      𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝟸𝟶   /   𝟸𝟶     ——     he    might’ve   been   better   off   if   he’d   never   met   Byron   ,     but   there   was   nobody   to   blame   for   John’s   mistakes   aside   from   himself  .   

 For   as   long   as   he   could   remember  ,     BYRON CRAWFORD   and   ROBERT GREENE   had   been   joined   at   the   hip   ,     best   friends   since   pre  -   school   ,     and   always   the   troublemakers  ;     his   father   had   told   him   to   stay   away   ,      to   associate   with   the   good   ,    God  -  loving   kids   that   they   attended   Church   with  ,     and   for   awhile   ,    he   did  .      It   wasn’t   until   he   hit   that   rebellious   streak   that   all   youths   inevitably   do   that   he   really   started   paying   attention   to   the   local     “  punks  .  ”

 And   so   it   goes  ,     he   befriends   the   two   ,     and   it   wasn’t   long   before   the   precious   and   pure   Catholic   boy   was   pulled   into   a   whirlwind   of   rock  ,     teenage   experimentation  ,    a   bit   of   violence  ,   and   eventually   ,    drugs  .       Every   waking   moment   he   spent   by   their   side  ,     the   further   he   was   pulled   from   his   faith  ,    but   the   thing  was   ——   he   liked  it  .     It   was   exactly   what   he’d   been   hoping   for   ,    and   more  ;     it   was   the   taste   of   sin   and   self  -  indulgence   on   his   lips   that   would   lead   to   catastrophe   ,     and   one   that   John   would   never   learn   to   cope   with  ,     not   even   into   adulthood  .

 He   can   remember   the   day   Robert   Greene   died   ,      a   memory   so   vivid  ,     sometimes   he   was   certain   he   was   re  -  living   it  .      He   can   remember   the   month   before  ,      waiting   in   some   dingy   Jersey   back   alley   for   their   dealer   ,      who   ,     prior   to   this   ,     had   only   dealt   them   smaller   things   :      weed   ,     acid   ,    shrooms   ,     maybe   some   Xanax   here   ,     some    Adderall   there  .      But   sometimes  ,    it   just   wasn’t   enough  .      The   three   needed   something   new   ,     something   all   the   more   stimulating   ,     and   the   dealer   ,     that   bastard  ,     recommended   heroin  .      Ignorant   and   young   ,     they   agreed  .    

 And   just   like   that   ,      they   were   hooked  .      Eventually  ,     John   got   used   to   the   sting   of   the   needle   ,      he   became   something   of   an   expert   in   the   art   of   completely   destroying   his   body   ,     with   Byron   and   Robert   right   by   his   side  .       But   things   such   as   this   didn’t   stay   good   for   long   ,     and    just   as   they’d   been   warned   in   the   anti  -  drug   use   ads   pushed   so   violently   by   their   high   school   gym   teacher  ,     Robert   overdosed   ,     leaving   Byron   and   John   to   deal   with  the   aftermath   ,     and   the   grief  .     

John   had   been   the    one   to   tie   the   tourniquet  .     Byron   had   been   the   one   to   buy   the   batch  .      Both   were   blamed   by   the   entire   town  ,     by    Robert’s   family   ,      and   just   as   hated  .      Just   like   that  ,     he   lost   everything  ;      Byron   and   him   drifted   ,     as   it   seemed   self   isolation   was   both   of   their   coping   mechanisms  .     John   hasn’t   spoken   to   him   in   years  .     Hell   ,      the   other   didn’t   even   show   up   to   the   funeral  ,    but   John   couldn’t   blame   him  .     He   wasn’t   exactly   greeted   with   a   warm   welcome   that   day  .       𝐈𝐓   𝐇𝐀𝐃   𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  ,     𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑  .

I.    ◞      »    ❪  SCARS   /   JOHN. ❫     /     WARNING:  MILD BODY GORE MENTIONS.

 “   The   stigmata  ,     in   Christian   mysticism  ,    is   a   collection   of   bodily   marks  /   scars   /   pains   that   replicate   the   wounds   of   the   crucified   Jesus  Christ  ,     namely   on   the   hands   /   wrists  ,     the   feet  ,    near   the   heart  ,    the   forehead   (  from  the   crown   of   thorns  )  ,    and   on   the   shoulders  /   back   (   from   scourging  /  whippings  and   carrying   the   cross  .  )  ”

 At   the   age   of   eighteen  ,     John  became   the   only   known   living   stigmatic  ,     taking   on   the   wounds   of   Christ   over   the   span  of   several   weeks  .     This   included   open  and   consistently   bleeding   wounds  ,    clear   holes   through   the   flesh   that   refused   to   close   throughout   the   duration  of   this   traumatic   experience  . 

 As   the   years   went   by  ,     the   wounds   did   close  ,    but   he   was   left   with   very   nasty   and   very   visible  scarring  all   along   the   aforementioned   areas  .     Most   are   easy   to   cover  ,    such  as   the   ones   near   his   heart  ,   on   his   feet  ,   and   on   his   back  /   shoulders   ;   he   frequently   wears   long   sleeves  and   bandages   around  his   wrist  to  cover  up   those  ones  .     The   only   scar   that   has  been   unable   to   hide  is   the   one   across   his  forehead   from   the   crown  of   thorns  .

I.   ◞     »    ❪  THE HEADONISTS   /   BAND AU.  ❫    /     TRIGGER WARNING :  General warning because these fuckers are raunchy and disgusting.

Cutting straight to the point,   this is essentially just Mindless Self Indulgence warped to fit my little original character.  Same songs and everything,   same antics,    same bastards with different names.    Sarah isn’t an immortal witch from the 1600′s,    but still a witchy woman who practices forms of the craft.

THE BAND.

VOCALS.   JEREMY RAMIREZ.   Quite possibly the worst man you’ll ever meet,   but at the same time,   the greatest man who ever lived.   A genius wrapped up in glitter and vomit,    he’s the mastermind because the machine that is   THE HEADONISTS.

GUITAR.   SILAS GREY.     He’s probably banged your mother.    This guy lives to make fun of you,   and that’s just the way their masochistic audience likes it.   Has a habit of vomiting on stage.    Provides back - up vocals on occasion.

BASS.    SARAH GOOD.   She’s got some pretty spooky abilities and that’s all you need to know about that.    Influenced by rock legends,   she’s a fucking monster on the stage,   a natural born performer,   and all - around bad ass.   Back bends like Iggy Pop,    climbing up into the rafters like Eddie Vedder,   and stage dives galore,   she’s not afraid to scrape up her knees and get a little bloody.

DRUMS.    CATHERINE  (  “Cat”  )  WARD.    She’s the fashion - forward and futuristic backbone of the band,    controlling the synthesizers and bangin’ out beats on a drum kit like it’s nobody’s goddamn business.   Generally the most sane /  smartest one in the band.    The only one to finish college.

ALBUMS AND EPS.

TIGHT  (1999) :  Their debut album certainly made some waves with an unheard sound and lyrics that made you go,   “wait,  did he really just say that?”  

Their energetic live shows including the lead singer drinking his own urine and the classic destruction of instruments all tied together to create a unique and utterly insane brand that is all their own,   building a fan base in the underground New York scene.

FRANK.ENSTEIN GIRLS WILL SE.EM STRANGE.LY SEXY (2000) : With a cover designed by Jamie Hewlett,   what could be so bad about the album?  With a total of 30 tracks,   this electro - punk  /  industrial  /  rap rock band shoved their middle fingers right in the faces of the record company who felt a need to say they should censor themselves,   firing back by having the track listing on the back cover has all the vowels replaced with asterisks, even in those words that would not generally be considered offensive.  

SINGLES INCLUDE :   BITCHES  and   PLANET OF THE APES.

LIVE ALBUM  /   ALIEN.ATING OUR AUDI.ENCE (2002) :   Features various live tracks from shows,   including the parts where they verbally harass their audience and the audience just screams with joy.

EP  /  DES.PIERTA LOS NI.NOS (2003) :    Six tracks on this EP and it’s about six tracks too long…    and totally genius.

YOU’LL R.EBEL TO AN.YTHING (CURRENT ERA) : Their most well - received album thus far,   their single,   Shut Me Up,   reaching the Billboard charts,   and the first album of theirs to be released outside of the U.S.

SINGLES INCLUDE :  STRAIGHT TO VIDEO  and  SHUT ME UP.

LIVE SHOWS.

FT. LAUDERDALE, FL (2002 / FULL SET)    

OUR PAIN, YOUR GAIN (2005/LIVE DVD + FAN INTERVIEWS)

SHUT ME UP (2007/LIVE ON LAST CALL W/ CARSON DAILY) ***

PANTYSHOT (2002) ***

SEVEN-ELEVEN (2005)

BITCHES (2008) ***

I.    ◞     »    ❪  THE ARREST AND TRIAL OF SARAH GOOD.  ❫  

Less of a headcanon, more of a character study + background information on Sarah being tried as a witch in 1692 ! I found a mass archive of every official document recording during the Salem trials and translated it from ye old english into something a little more readable. Her arrest warrants and interrogation beneath the cut !

I.    ◞      »    ❪  MAGIC   /   SARAH.  ❫     /     TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH, BRIEF RAPE MENTION.

“  TRUE MAGIC IS NEITHER BLACK, NOR WHITE. IT’S BOTH BECAUSE NATURE IS BOTH. LOVING AND CRUEL, ALL AT THE SAME TIME. ”

While the above is true, and a majority of the time, Sarah tries to maintain balance within the four corners that she has invoked time and time again, it’s not unusual for her to get carried away and tip the scales in one direction or another. Years gone by toying with forces beyond have taken a toll on her mind and has driven her to madness before, and many of her actions were not without consequences. While she has matured and grown in some areas, it is important to remember the reason why she has lived for centuries.     REVENGE.

She’s not immortal, no. Just before she was hung, she made a promise that every man who had done harm to her would feel her wrath eventually, as would their descendants. The amount of power within these words laid a curse so heavy upon those men that the higher beings who encapsulate everything could not help but pay attention to her cries.

But she made another promise that day; as the gods turned their heads in her direction, she told them that if they allowed her to carry out her plans and live long enough to destroy the bloodline of those who had dared to hurt her and her sisters, she would devote her mind, body, and spirit to the craft. They listened. She received.

I.    ◞     »    ❪  FEEDING   /   JACK.  ❫     /    TRIGGER WARNING :  NSFW   +   GORE !  

“Based on the assumption that human blood can survive for the same amount of time it can in a human body,     vampires would only need to feed  THREE OR FOUR TIMES A YEAR …   this would be if they completely drained their victims.

Humans can survive losing up to about 40% of their blood,   which means that a vampire…  would need to feed  TWELVE TIMES A YEAR AT MINIMUM    /    ABOUT ONCE A MONTH.”   ( SOURCE )

As the years have gone by,    it has become exponentially more difficult to maintain the average vampire’s diet ;    people notice a lot more often if someone goes missing.     With this in mind,    and not wanting to harm or take a human’s life,     Jack found a rather …   odd solution.

The typical biological female can lose anywhere between ten to thirty - five milliliters of blood during menstruation,    and given that it is blood meant to feed a fetus,    it is,     he has found,    the “healthiest” and cleanest type of blood in the body,    both sterile and nutritious.

Jack has worked out deals with a small but still decent - sized group of biological females to where he visits them for a few days out of the month for feeding purposes ;    he’s a careful planner,    aware of the nature of his hunger,    and chose women whose menstrual cycles happen at different times of the month,    so there are very few gaps of time where he would be unable to feed.

“COCONUT WATER  can be used (in emergencies) as a   SUBSTITUTE FOR BLOOD PLASMA.   The reason for this is that coconut water is sterile and has an ideal pH level. Coconut water is liquid endosperm ; IT SURROUNDS THE EMBRYO AND PROVIDES NUTRITION.”     ( SOURCE )

I.   ◞      »    ❪  THE SUN  +   SUNLIGHT   /   JACK.  ❫

Various cultures have different interpretations of what vampires are ‘allergic to’ and things that are deadly to them ;    one of the bigger things is their aversion to SUNLIGHT.    In many re - tellings,   if a vampire were to step outside during the day and stand in direct sunlight,   they would burst into flames,   etc etc.

Now,   because this is my blog and my vampire,   I can say what I want,   and I say that  THIS IS NOT TRUE.

While vampires have a natural aversion towards the light,   it’s not for the reasons that you think.    AS A SPECIES,   THEIR EYES WERE MADE TO SEE IN THE DARK,   AND THEREFORE,    ARE VERY SENSITIVE TO THE LIGHT.   For a proper comparison,   human eyes were made to see in the daylight,   mostly,   and because this is what they are familiar with and accustomed to,   they developed an inherent fear of the dark.     The exact opposite is true for vampires   ( although with vampires who were turned as opposed to being born one,   it is more of an inconvenience thing above all else. )

I.    ◞     »    ❪  ORIGINS   +   ACCENT     /     JACK.  ❫

Although I have no specific voice claim for Jack ( aside from me thinking,   what would Gerard sound like with this specific accent ) I figured I’d give a little breakdown on his speech patterns and accent,   as well as his residency history,   since where he’s from   +   where he has lived plays a large part in all of that.

IMPORTANT NOTE :   jack is not his legal name ! I’ll be referring to him as VICTOR throughout the duration of the post,   as that is what he was going by for the majority of his youth,   pre - vampirism.    He only goes by Jack now because he is legally dead in the eyes of the law,   and didn’t want to raise suspicion + he is reclaiming the name he was dubbed during the Whitechapel murders  ( Jack the Ripper. )

WHERE HE WAS BORN.     Vatra Dornei,   Romania ;   Thursday,   March 22nd,   1860,     at 5:05 AM,   shortly before Romania is declared an official country in 1861.     He remained here with his family until him and his mother moved to London, England in 1873  ( aged 13. )

ORIGINAL ACCENT.      Taken from the INTERNATIONAL DIALECTS OF ENGLISH ARCHIVE (IDEA) ,   you can listen   HERE   to an audio clip of a man from the same region of Romania as Victor.    Now,   while I’m sure there is some difference between what the dialect sounded like in the late 1800′s as opposed to the 1980′s - 90′s,  when this audio clip was recorded,   this is the gist of the basis for his accent.

I.    ◞      »    ❪  VICTOR “JACK” CUȚOV - IONESCO.  ❫     /     TRIGGER WARNING : MURDER, GORE, NSFW, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM, ETC.

FULL DISCLAIMER,  as I know this post is a little unwieldy and quite long,   but I just want to say that I,   IN NO WAY,  PERSONALLY DEFEND MY MUSE’S / JACK THE RIPPER’S ACTIONS -   I did change up what is believed to have motivated him to do the killings and all in relation to actual fact and what genuine police reports suspected,   but I definitely wanted to remove the whole “anti sex - worker misogynist” aspect from his character,    because I’m not about that,   even if it was the 1800′s and plenty of people were discriminatory in that sense,  lol.  

Also just wanted to say that I’ve selected bits out of what conspirators believe may not have been the Ripper’s doing but might be to put in my own personal interpretation of his canon, all of which is detailed below.

LOTS OF IT TIES INTO HIS OWN PERSONAL LIFE,   WHICH IS WHY I THINK IT’S DEFINITELY IMPORTANT TO READ THIS IF YOU’RE INTERESTED AT ALL IN HIS BACKSTORY ;   IT’S NOT JUST ME RECOUNTING THE DETAILS OF THE MURDERS.

1873.     In the wake of traumatic personal events revolving around his family,   Victor and his mother decide to move from Romania to London, England along with chunks of Eastern Europe and Russia’s Jewish population as they fled persecution and economic war in search of better opportunities. Although they themselves were not Jewish, they faced a great deal of discrimination for their status as non - English speaking immigrants living within the British Empire.

Due to such discrimination, high paying jobs were out the window and the two were thrust into lower class to live a life of poverty ; his mother became a matchstick maker, working upwards to eighteen hours a day. The prolonged exposure to yellow phosphorus led her to develop what is formally known as  phosphorus necrosis of the jaw,    but often referred to as ‘phossy jaw’.   Victor himself worked as a funeral mute,   an apprentice beneath the local undertaker and walking in the funeral processions of the deceased.   This,   in addition to the public’s general obsession with the macabre,   would open up the boy’s mind to a new set of interests   (  that would later spiral into something much darker.  )

“DEATH AS A MORBID PREOCCUPATION,   AS SEX WAS CONSIDERED A TABOO.”     -    Paul Roland.

I.    ◞       »   ❪  SERGEANT JACK MILLER.  ❫      /     TRIGGER WARNING :  MENTION OF NAZIS, THE HOLOCAUST,   DEATH,    ETC.

1942.     At eighty - two years old,    a man decides to enlist.    A mere three years prior,   he had moved to the United States and completely flipped his identity around to escape the beginnings of a brutal war in Europe ;  posing as Jack Miller ;  an all - American  (  and completely human  )  young man,   passionate about his country,   willing to help with the war efforts when the time came.   In reality,   he was an old,   old man,    with nothing left to lose knowing there wasn’t much that could really hurt him.     Faking an accent?   easy.   Lying on your enlistment forms?   People did it all the time.   Trying to make it through a physical exam when you don’t have a pulse …  ?   Well,   that was a little more difficult,   but he’d managed.   Basic training?   A goddamn breeze,   he’d never even broken a sweat through the whole process.

Despite the grim aura that clung in the air,   the way everything seemed so unsaturated and,   well,   hopeless at times…   it was the men around him that had made it all worth it.    These were the people he was more than willing to protect,   even if it meant dying twice.    

OLE’ RELIABLES.    THE 9TH INFANTRY DIVISION.    Among the first U.S. Combat Units to engage in the offensive ground operations of World War II,   Jack received his very first taste of what war was like on November 8th of 1942 after being shipped off to    Safi,  Morocco,   aiding in the first liberation of a city from Axis powers.

The next three years were amongst some of the roughest he’d ever experienced ;   he lost more friends and brothers than he could possibly count,   and killed more men than he ever thought he would.   He’d reached a point in his life prior to the war where he did not want to harm humans,   and yet…