I need a Rock, I need a big ass Rock.. Cant stop. The Rock. Cant stop the Rock. I WANNA ROCK! ROCK!!!
Born in the engine room of a Hurricane class battlecruiser fleeing from Amarrian warships, his first cries drowned out by the roaring engines surging into warp, Rock'Mar has never known a home beyond the confines of his ship.
His father, a brave and foolish revolutionary, warped his rifter into a 100 man fleet of Zealots at the battle of Schmaell shouting his Matari battlecry but had forgotten to update his clone. His memory will never be forgotten though he didn't live to witness the birth of his only son.