Post by Elijah 'Havok' Thomson on Dec 16, 2013 10:19:21 GMT -5
Name: Elijah Thomson
Callsign: Havok
Rank: Flying Officer
Assignment: Dropship Pilot
Section: HMM-22
Age: 20
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 152 lbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 0
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Broken Humerus and Radius in right arm.
Character's Kit: M1 Personal Defence Weapon. A22 Pilot Armour.
Frame: Elijah doesn't keep up with the recommended training regime for pilots and as such would probably struggle to pass the physical fitness exam a second time around, but he holds this with little regard in comparison to keeping his flight skill level up. He is frequently told to cut his light brown hair back to the recommended length but more often than not ignores the orders until he's dragged out of the cockpit and takes little care of his own personal appearance, usually seen in t-shirts and tracksuits when he's unable to wear his pilot's armour as wearing anything else would involve effort that he can't be bothered with. This again, leads to repeated conflicts with superior officers.
Personality: There is little that Elijah actually cares about. He has a few close friends, mostly co-pilots that he's been paired up with during his training sessions and the few deployments he's been on in his short service but the vast majority of people he comes into contact with outside of the cockpit find him very irritating as trying to hold a conversation with him that doesn't involve flying usually leads to long silences and awkward glances at the nearest exit.
Having nearly no opinion on the war that he's signed up to fight in, it could be easy to label him as someone that was looking for a fight just for the sake of it, but the truth is simply that Elijah wanted to fly, but the idea of civilian work was just too boring for him. The fact that he isn't having a good time unless half a fighter squadron is trying to kill him might have something to do with his rather terrifying flight record.
Regardless of his poor mission profile, Elijah is recognised as a naturally talented pilot who would regularly outperform both his training partners and even several of the instructors, however his reckless risk taking would frequently lose him points. It was this that earned him the callsign 'Havok', for when Elijah was in the skies, plans would often fall into disarray, and not always for the opposing team.
History: Elijah was born on Arcturus, Alpha Centuari, into a family that wasn't ready to have him. His father, Edward Thomson had recently lost his job when his wife, Mary Thomson, fell pregnant. This led to a great deal of strain on the family as they were unprepared to support having a child. While he was able to secure low pay work, Elijah's father came to blame him for their family's decent into poverty and turned to alcoholism shortly after Elijah's sixth birthday, which proved to be the catalyst for Elijah's desire to leave home early.
The majority of Elijah's early teen years were spent in a care home for abandoned children, his parents either never found him after he ran away or didn't bother to come find him. The building that he stayed in was near one of the local military airbases so he'd frequently be able to both hear and see large numbers of aircraft entering and leaving the base on a regular basis. This inspired him to learn more about the military, and in particular, the United Colonial Navy and their air power.
When he reached the minimum age for military application he signed up as soon as possible. While actually scoring below average in the written tests, he showed a natural grasp of flight mechanics in the practical test, coming in the top 5% of all students, which was the sole reason he was accepted. During the many months of training, Elijah rapidly created a reputation for being an extremely reckless and even dangerous pilot. After a particularly close call involving three fully loaded Sparrow transports and the local air traffic control tower, Elijah's callsign was designated as "Havok" much to his own chagrin, however he quickly came to accept and even take ownership of the name.
Almost immediately after he graduated flight school, he was assigned as a dropship pilot for the SDC on the UCS Dauntless Fury.
Sample Roleplay:
There was something about the Briefing Room that Elijah instinctively didn't like. Whether it was the bizarre haze in the air that never seemed to dissipate regardless of how often the room was cleaned. Or the strange stains on the seats that had never changed even in the last 3 months of him being there. He'd brought it up to a couple of the other trainees and most of them had agreed with him. It was a shitty room, but that's where they had to go to get their orders and mission details for the day.
The other pilots, for the most part, sat around talking quietly to each other, the dull hum from all their voices melding together into some bizarre drone that Elijah couldn't quite pick apart to eavesdrop on any interesting information that might be going around. His co-pilot for the last two months hadn't shown up yet so he was left on his own idly picking at the skin around his nails. It was a bad habit he'd pickup when he was younger but it just wasn't something he'd managed to grow out of and as such when left to his own devices he could unfortunately end up leaving himself with sore fingertips that made wearing the usual heavy flight gloves uncomfortable.
Thankfully at that point the door slammed open causing every air breathing body in the room to jump slightly as their lead training officer, Major Kellum, strode in and took a stand at the podium infront of them all. He dropped an extremely large amount of paperwork down in front of him, shuffled it slightly so all the edges were roughly in order, and then proceeded to completely ignore them as he began to speak. "Alright people, settle down. I know a lot of you were complaining that last month's night training exercises were boring but you all know the program, or at least you should by this point. And if you've been keeping up with the program then those of you that had kept an eye on what was coming up next should be singing with joy as this month we start basic air evasion and countermeasures training."
Elijah's ears pricked up at the sound of what could be some interesting few weeks worth of exercises. "Now", continued the Major, "you're still gonna be flying the training variant Sparrow dropship as that's what you're training to fly when you get out of this place so don't expect to out manoeuvre the enemy. The first assignment is extremely simple. It is designed as an assessment of your ability to stay in the air while being targeted using the skills and knowledge that you have right now, so if you get blown out of the sky in the first 5 seconds don't go back to your bunk crying, thinking that we're kicking you out. This is just to establish a baseline of your current skills, so we know what we've got to work with."
The Major paused before carrying on. "We're setting up a rota as we speak but today's pilots have been chosen for evaluation. Flying today will be, 'Breaker' and 'Shotgun', 'Cobra' and 'Spar'", the Major turn the small piece of paper he'd been reading the names off over, "and 'Havok' and 'Glint'". As Elijah and his co-pilot's names were read out an audible sigh could be heard. He grinned slightly that it'd gotten as bad that people got this disappointed whenever they heard he was flying. Evasion and countermeasures? Well shit, we're gonna have a ball up there! He thought to himself, the grin on his face widening.
Callsign: Havok
Rank: Flying Officer
Assignment: Dropship Pilot
Section: HMM-22
Age: 20
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 152 lbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 0
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: Broken Humerus and Radius in right arm.
Character's Kit: M1 Personal Defence Weapon. A22 Pilot Armour.
Frame: Elijah doesn't keep up with the recommended training regime for pilots and as such would probably struggle to pass the physical fitness exam a second time around, but he holds this with little regard in comparison to keeping his flight skill level up. He is frequently told to cut his light brown hair back to the recommended length but more often than not ignores the orders until he's dragged out of the cockpit and takes little care of his own personal appearance, usually seen in t-shirts and tracksuits when he's unable to wear his pilot's armour as wearing anything else would involve effort that he can't be bothered with. This again, leads to repeated conflicts with superior officers.
Personality: There is little that Elijah actually cares about. He has a few close friends, mostly co-pilots that he's been paired up with during his training sessions and the few deployments he's been on in his short service but the vast majority of people he comes into contact with outside of the cockpit find him very irritating as trying to hold a conversation with him that doesn't involve flying usually leads to long silences and awkward glances at the nearest exit.
Having nearly no opinion on the war that he's signed up to fight in, it could be easy to label him as someone that was looking for a fight just for the sake of it, but the truth is simply that Elijah wanted to fly, but the idea of civilian work was just too boring for him. The fact that he isn't having a good time unless half a fighter squadron is trying to kill him might have something to do with his rather terrifying flight record.
Regardless of his poor mission profile, Elijah is recognised as a naturally talented pilot who would regularly outperform both his training partners and even several of the instructors, however his reckless risk taking would frequently lose him points. It was this that earned him the callsign 'Havok', for when Elijah was in the skies, plans would often fall into disarray, and not always for the opposing team.
History: Elijah was born on Arcturus, Alpha Centuari, into a family that wasn't ready to have him. His father, Edward Thomson had recently lost his job when his wife, Mary Thomson, fell pregnant. This led to a great deal of strain on the family as they were unprepared to support having a child. While he was able to secure low pay work, Elijah's father came to blame him for their family's decent into poverty and turned to alcoholism shortly after Elijah's sixth birthday, which proved to be the catalyst for Elijah's desire to leave home early.
The majority of Elijah's early teen years were spent in a care home for abandoned children, his parents either never found him after he ran away or didn't bother to come find him. The building that he stayed in was near one of the local military airbases so he'd frequently be able to both hear and see large numbers of aircraft entering and leaving the base on a regular basis. This inspired him to learn more about the military, and in particular, the United Colonial Navy and their air power.
When he reached the minimum age for military application he signed up as soon as possible. While actually scoring below average in the written tests, he showed a natural grasp of flight mechanics in the practical test, coming in the top 5% of all students, which was the sole reason he was accepted. During the many months of training, Elijah rapidly created a reputation for being an extremely reckless and even dangerous pilot. After a particularly close call involving three fully loaded Sparrow transports and the local air traffic control tower, Elijah's callsign was designated as "Havok" much to his own chagrin, however he quickly came to accept and even take ownership of the name.
Almost immediately after he graduated flight school, he was assigned as a dropship pilot for the SDC on the UCS Dauntless Fury.
Sample Roleplay:
There was something about the Briefing Room that Elijah instinctively didn't like. Whether it was the bizarre haze in the air that never seemed to dissipate regardless of how often the room was cleaned. Or the strange stains on the seats that had never changed even in the last 3 months of him being there. He'd brought it up to a couple of the other trainees and most of them had agreed with him. It was a shitty room, but that's where they had to go to get their orders and mission details for the day.
The other pilots, for the most part, sat around talking quietly to each other, the dull hum from all their voices melding together into some bizarre drone that Elijah couldn't quite pick apart to eavesdrop on any interesting information that might be going around. His co-pilot for the last two months hadn't shown up yet so he was left on his own idly picking at the skin around his nails. It was a bad habit he'd pickup when he was younger but it just wasn't something he'd managed to grow out of and as such when left to his own devices he could unfortunately end up leaving himself with sore fingertips that made wearing the usual heavy flight gloves uncomfortable.
Thankfully at that point the door slammed open causing every air breathing body in the room to jump slightly as their lead training officer, Major Kellum, strode in and took a stand at the podium infront of them all. He dropped an extremely large amount of paperwork down in front of him, shuffled it slightly so all the edges were roughly in order, and then proceeded to completely ignore them as he began to speak. "Alright people, settle down. I know a lot of you were complaining that last month's night training exercises were boring but you all know the program, or at least you should by this point. And if you've been keeping up with the program then those of you that had kept an eye on what was coming up next should be singing with joy as this month we start basic air evasion and countermeasures training."
Elijah's ears pricked up at the sound of what could be some interesting few weeks worth of exercises. "Now", continued the Major, "you're still gonna be flying the training variant Sparrow dropship as that's what you're training to fly when you get out of this place so don't expect to out manoeuvre the enemy. The first assignment is extremely simple. It is designed as an assessment of your ability to stay in the air while being targeted using the skills and knowledge that you have right now, so if you get blown out of the sky in the first 5 seconds don't go back to your bunk crying, thinking that we're kicking you out. This is just to establish a baseline of your current skills, so we know what we've got to work with."
The Major paused before carrying on. "We're setting up a rota as we speak but today's pilots have been chosen for evaluation. Flying today will be, 'Breaker' and 'Shotgun', 'Cobra' and 'Spar'", the Major turn the small piece of paper he'd been reading the names off over, "and 'Havok' and 'Glint'". As Elijah and his co-pilot's names were read out an audible sigh could be heard. He grinned slightly that it'd gotten as bad that people got this disappointed whenever they heard he was flying. Evasion and countermeasures? Well shit, we're gonna have a ball up there! He thought to himself, the grin on his face widening.
