by InfectedHau » Wed Oct 31, 2018 7:40 pm
Character Name: Velathaxia Meran
Gender: Female
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Pilot
Physical Traits: Meran is a tall, lanky black dragonborn, about six feet tall and thin as a rail. Her scales fluctuate from ash-gray to charcoal-black, forming faint stripes that run from her serpent-like head to the tip of her barbed tail. Two rows of spines line her head, starting from just above her finlike ears and ending at the base of her neck. Her eyes are a bright yellow-green, and her breath smells faintly of sulfur. She generally wears a pair of black leather pants, brown combat boots, and part of her old flight suit that she ripped up and converted into a vest, with her old unit patch over her right breast.
Personality: Meran is a flyboy through and through, overflowing with bravado and utterly unaware of her own mortality. She never stops to consider her actions, always sure that whatever she does will turn out fine. Which has worked out for her so far, but her recklessness is a source of great concern for any who set foot on any ship she pilots. She's fiercely competitive and hates to lose, though she's rarely a bad sport about it. She things she's god's gift to men and women across the galaxy, and either refuses to acknowledge or is entirely unaware of her own arrogance.
Brief Backstory: Meran grew up in a strict military family. Her father was an Ex-marine, and both of her brothers were members of the elite Orbital Drop Corps. Even as a child she had a rebellious streak a mile wide, and she often clashed with her father over what she viewed as draconian (no pun intended) rules. It was a great relief to both her parents when she enlisted in the Navy, though her father still scoffed at her choice of occupation. "Anyone can sit in a chair and push buttons," he said, "real soldiers are the ones getting shot at."
Meran excelled in pilot training, displaying a natural talent for flying and graduating at the top of her class. On her official review sheet, one of her instructors commented that "Cadet Meran could fly a ship through the gap in a Tiefling's horns," a rather backhanded compliment referring to the time she crashed a training shuttle not ten feet from that instructor's nose.
Meran was assigned to the 507th Fighter Wing and quickly became famous for her daring aerobatics and reckless disregard for established protocol. Her disciplinary folder was thicker than some books, but her skill was unquestioned.
After her discharge Meran kept flying, in any way she could. She flew cargo craft, civilian transports, even some private shuttles, but it wasn't the same. There was no thrill in ferrying crates and passengers around, she was bored. So, with what little savings she had, Meran bought an old freighter, souped it up, and went into business as a smuggler. Running blockades and dodging patrols wasn't quite the same as flying a fighter, but it helped scratch her flyboy itch.
Other: Despite being an acid Dragonborn, she has a remarkably low alcohol tolerance. This fact does nothing to stop her from drinking.
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InfectedHau on Sat Nov 03, 2018 12:53 am, edited 4 times in total.