Name: Thomas Cale
Age: 21 (Pre-Death)
Gender: Male (This was a tough one. )
Outfit and Rank: Royal Air Force, Major
Appearance: (I assume this means the appearance of the new body) Mostly white scales, with some streaks of red around the shoulders, Major Cale is in the body of a nearly-three-meter tall Drake. His talons, wings, and tail are a stark black, offering a shocking contrast to the rest of his appearance.
Service Record: An English-born man, Thomas Cale moved to Liverpool at the age of sixteen. His mother had died giving birth to him; his father died in service to the Royal Air Force. Thomas couldn't pay his own way through school, so he couldn't go to college; as soon as he graduated high school, he saw no other option than to live up to his dad's legacy and join the RAF. He did so, and was immediately noticed by the higher-ups for two reasons; the first was his lineage, as Thomas' father was one of the most daring, quick, and effective pilots they had. The second was that he shared his father's talents. Thomas quickly rose through the ranks, and, when the war began, he was one of the first men they sent out in an attempt to raze the Kora'ai camps.
He successfully dropped his payload and was heading back to Langley when he heard the sound he had been dreading since the mission began; the steady thumping of wings. One of the Kora'ai landed on his right wing just before he could make the jump past the sound barrier. It dragged his ship down, sending it spiraling towards the ground, and Thomas didn't have time to eject, although he certainly tried. As he lay in the smoking remains of his plane, death inches away from him, he noticed one thing with grim satisfaction- the Kora'ai which had landed on his plane was lying in pieces next to him. Whether one of his wingmen had done the job, or his exploding plane had, he would never know.
Thomas is a rather introverted person; although he can lead men with great ease, he doesn't make very many friends. He's also an intellectual, even though he never made it to college, mostly due to his lack of friends, which he could blame on his home life; his father, although a great military man, wasn't a proficient caregiver. It wasn't that he got drunk often, or beat his son, it was simply that he was out of his element when with his child.
Other: No surviving immediate family, and since no family came to help him when he moved to Liverpool, he assumes that the rest of his family lives far away. Thomas is cunning, as mentioned before, but often keeps his thoughts to himself.
How'd I do?