Name: 'The Iron Jackson'
Description:

Plane Class: Biplane Custom
Weapons Descriptions: 2 Incendiary 'Firebomb' Rockets
4 'True' Homing Missiles
2 cache of missile flares,
1 Single use Laser Beam Cutter
Weaknesses: Very Low armour plating, has trouble climbing altitude in turbulent winds.
Extra Aircraft Notes: Very reliable engine in most conditions.

Name: The Red Bloodline
Description:
Plane Type: Biplane Custom
Extra Aircraft Notes: This is one of the most deadly aircraft in the skies, the agility of the craft is almost unmatched and is perfectly flown by the pilot. The Machnine guns are extremely high caliber and chew through most planes like paper, if the shots land true enough. The plane also has a 'Warp drive' like ability to escape from any encounter in a blink of an eye, truly a demon worthy of mythology.
Weapons Descriptions:
4 Red Firebombs
2 Limited use flame jet cannons
2 Mini Sticky Mines
An Extra forward facing machine gun (one on each wing)
Weaknesses: None Recorded So Far
Past Encounter: (Optional, give a description of a note worthy mission/battle/adventure that this Frame has been on)

Name: Clayton McGraw
Age: 57
Height: 5'8
Weight: 213
Pilot Class: N/A
Nationality: American (Texas)
Appearance:
Bio: Ex Sergeant of The IST (Independent State of Texas). Very little information on background, now runs a private army out of Houston, Texas and is wanted for several warcrimes and acts of terrorism. Well known alcoholic and wife beater. Speculated to have robbed fort knox 30 years ago and became very rich, pilots all different type of war machines, current vehicle unknown.
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Name: Cara St-Michaels
Age: 22
Height: 5'5
Weight: 113
Pilot Class: Ace
Nationality: Australian
Appearance:
Bio: No real info, skilled pilot, leader of the Princess Guard.
Theme Song:


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Name: Nigel Costworth
Age: 46
Height: 5'11
Weight: 161
Pilot Class: Rabbit
Nationality: English
Appearance:
Bio: Cara's Butler and Bodyguard 2nd command of the princess guard.
Theme Song:


PLANE:

Name: Kerry Thomas

Age: 23

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 160 lbs

Pilot Class: Sky Warrior

Nationality: "Like I'd tell" (Speaks in Texan drawl)

Appearance:

Bio: Kerry Thomas is an enigma, nobody knows who he is or where he came from, constant war and fighting allows a man to basically disappear, and Thomas is proof of that. All that is known about him, is the fact that he knows a lot about planes. The plane he drives is Russian, his sidearms are american, he speaks French, German, Spanish, Portugese, Russian, multiple local dialects, and English, fluently with little accentuation. He came into prominence when he took to the air against the broken birds and killed five of them, taking multiple bullet wounds in the process. By the end of the engagement, his steering was destroyed and his plane was listlessly flying to the left, Thomas had no control over it, or so it seemed. Thomas was able to steer his plane using nothing but the one remaining gun, away from the enemies and towards safety. He returned recently, with a new plane, and a few new scars to show for it. When in combat, Thomas picks his fights carefully, not remaining in combat if there is any danger to himself, when with others, Thomas takes a supportive role, not fighting himself unless absolutely necessary. Thomas joined the group because "Anything else bores me." However, it seems that he has deeper motivations, as in his plane is a picture of him with others, as of yet unknown people. If anyone asks who they are, Thomas changed the subject.

Theme Song: Enigma

Description:
MiG-35:
General characteristics

Crew: one or two
Length: 17.3 m (56 ft 9 in)
Wingspan: 12 m (39 ft 4 in)
Height: 4.7 m (15 ft 5 in)
Wing area: 38 m2 (409 ft2)
Empty weight: 11,000 kg (24,250 lb)
Loaded weight: 17,500 kg (38,600 lb)
Max. takeoff weight: 29,700 kg (65,500 lb)
Powerplant: 2 × Klimov RD-33MK afterburning turbofans
Dry thrust: 5,400 kgf, 53.0 kN (11,900 lbf) each
Thrust with afterburner: 9,000 kgf, 88.3 kN (19,840 lbf) each
Performance

Maximum speed: Mach 2.25 (2,400 km/h, 1,491 mph) at altitude;[29] 1,450 km/h (901 mph) at low-level
Range: 2,000 km (1,240 mi)
Combat radius: 1,000 km (620 mi)
Ferry range: 3,100 km (1,930 mi) with 3 external fuel tanks
Service ceiling: 17,500 m (57,400 ft)
Rate of climb: 330 m/s (65,000 ft/min[31])
Thrust/weight: 1.03[32]
Max. maneuvering load factor: 10.0 g

Plane Type: Fighter Jet

Extra Aircraft Notes: The MiG-35 is a formidable and fast opponent, having mach 2 capabilities, while still remaining maneuverable, despite it's thin exterior, it can take multiple shots to the hull with little ill effect, it is however, a prototype, as it was never released to a general market.

Weapons Descriptions: Twin HMGs attached to the ends of the wings, under the wings are 9 heat seeking missiles, five for one wing, four for the other. No other armament, as any more would be too heavy.

Weaknesses: Due to the fact that it's a prototype, the MiG-35 is unreliable, with a multitude of malfunctions and bugs. It also cannot carry a heavy load, restricting it's armament.

Past Encounter: Despite Thomas' most famous stunt being with an IL-2, the New One is not very new to combat. Thomas fought against a group of non-clique pilots with this plane, outmaneuvering them and using a hit-and-run style to avoid their heavier armament.

Name: Reggie "Sweet n' Spicy" Jenkins
Age: 36
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180
Pilot Class: Rabbit
Nationality: I'm from America motha fucka!!
Appearance:


Bio: Reggie was born in the low down dirty south in the U.S. a Georgia born, as Reggie would call it, motha fucka. Reggie came from a military family which dates all the way back to WWII as his ancestor was one of the Tuskegee airmen. Growing up, Reggie was always a talker with his jive, cursing and wise cracks. His mouth usually got him into many disputes with enemies and friends but behind that mouth of his, is a man who really cares about people in general. Reggie's father and uncles trained him during the time of the wars of the south as the Reggie fought for the Georgia State army. He gained his many experiences through these fights, honing his skills as a fighter and practiced using flashy moves....while talking shit of coarse. During the wars, Reggie lost his father and a good half of his family when the bombings took place in his place of birth which led Reggie to wanting to fight and bring an end to such evil acts so no one would have to go through the pain and hurt he felt. After getting a letter to join the rag tag group of pilots, Reggie answered the call and jumped on that opportunity. Now....time to make history.

Name: Da Slick Sexy

Description:


Plane Type: Dog Fighter

Extra Aircraft Notes:
Runs at 440 mph
great handling
6200 lbs

Weapons Descriptions:
six .50 caliber M2 Browning Machine guns
2 bombs

Weaknesses: It's fast and maneuverable but cannot cause huge amounts of damage

Past Encounter: Reggie have had two separate occasions when he went toe to toe against a Messerschmitt Me 262 which even though he won both times, he came out of the fight with a severely damaged plane and injuries. Another encounter he experience was a situation where he flew blind into enemy territory in what used to be Tennessee, being confronted by a group of 4 hijackers, each flying an Albatros D. III. Reggie not only did he have to maneuver to get away but even through to firing from the group and himself, Reggie's plane ended up with one shot on his tail. Either his enemies sucked at shooting or he himself was one lucky motha fucka to have escaped.

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Name: EB-52 "Old Fart" (Nicknamed so because of its age and silent, deadly capabilities).
Description:


Plane Type: Strategic Bomber
Extra Aircraft Notes:
Characteristics :

• Length: 159 ft 4 in (48.5 m)
• Wingspan: 185 ft 0 in (56.4 m)
• Height: 40 ft 8 in (12.4 m)
• Wing area: 4,000 sq ft (370 m²)
• Empty weight: 185,000 lb (83,250 kg)
• Loaded weight: 265,000 lb (120,000 kg)
• Max. takeoff weight: 488,000 lb (220,000 kg)
• Powerplant: 8 × Pratt & Whitney TF33-P-3/103 turbofans, 17,000 lbf (76 kN) each
• Fuel capacity: 47,975 U.S. gal (39,948 imp gal; 181,610 L)

Weapons Descriptions:

• 2 x 20mm M61 Vulcans, Forward-Facing.
• 1 x 20mm M61 Vulcan, Flexile Tail Compartment
• EB-52 Custom Jammer System
• JDAM Remote Systems
• 2x ADR-8 Chaff Missiles
• 5x AGM-158 JASSM Missiles - Air to Ground
• 5x "Harpoon" Missiles - Air to Sea
• Payload Bay - Empty as of now. Maximum weight : 488000 lb.

Weaknesses: Weight is always an issue, as heavier loads allow for more damage in a single run, but requires more time and energy to get to place to place. Too heavy, and the craft may not be suitable at all to engage fighter or even other bombers. Too light, and the craft will have no more payloads to bring...

Past Encounter:

Name: Lennard Bronnard Elias Kliemer the Third
Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 176 lbs
Pilot Class: Fixer
Equipment: .44 Magnum revolver, .22 Caliber pistol, .44 Magnum (new model), 'Len Khilen' lever action rifle he sometimes carries on hunts, A handy Swiss-army knife, A boot knife.
Nationality: German
Appearance: Lennard has an outward appearance that would most specifically render him as a ragged, handsome gentleman under the dirt and dust of his workplace. Renounced by his colleagues as a decent repairmen, those who had not the acquaintance of knowing his profession will fall victim to their prejudices of thinking a man such as Lennard to be insane and strange in his habits. When he is not working, the Captain appears to be a normal human being, intelligent and somewhat charming in his conversations with people on the outside. Physically, he is comprised with round and broad facial features along with green eyes and dusty brown hair to compliment is German Appearance.
Personality: Intelligent, Laborious when it comes to his work, Calm, Sarcastic, Funny.
Skills: Huge Aviation/Tech Nerd, Veteran of war, Pianist and Composer (He once played for Royalty), Worked for several illustrious companies before he became a criminal.
Bio: Lennard comes from a stable-income family who specifically work in an aviation department for a famous multinational corporation which specializes in both military and aviation technology. Since childhood, Lennard has always had a deep interest in mechanics and technology in general so much that he even took it as far as creating his first Airship steam-assembly engine at the age of eight; It would not be an over-statement to call the boy at the time a 'child prodigy' which caught the attention of many aviation companies everywhere as he was taken on several occasions for job interviews for the company. However, his strange and narrow-minded obsessions with technology had made him drawn away from people and soon Lennard found himself out of a job due to his own disconnections with people.

During the great draft when he was 19, Lennard was called for duty and took the position as a Aviation Mechanic and a part-time battle air-naval aviator which required him to conduct tests on the main ship's engines. In this line of work, he would never be in any sort of danger due to his important role to his crew/staff members aboard their airship vessel. It was not until one day when the entire airship carrier he was on went off course, only to be shot down by enemy fire pilots/heavy artillery. The grand ship was taken down around 500 feet from the surface and crash landed behind enemy lines.

Sadly, Lennard was one of the only crew members to survive as none of his good friends made it out alive as he and several other crew members had to survive and evade enemy patrols who began to hunt them down. Out of the 2000 naval crew members who were aboard that ship, only 155 men survived the crash, and out of the 155 men who survived the crash, only 6 men survived the events that later took place. This event changed Lennard's life forever, as he soon began to become a totally different person, one who completely had his optimism drained due to the consequences of seeing and doing terrible things in hasty moments of war in order to survive. Years after the incident, he was awarded a metal of honor by the high commander of the Royal Naval Air force, a medal (as well as any other badge he had earned during service) which he put on the graves of all his friends who had died during the war. Lennard now lives almost completely withdrawn from his family and works as a freelance who takes jobs from almost anyone including thieves, pirates, or even mob bosses.

When he was given a chance at redemption from his former life of whoring, drinking, and sleeping his troubles away, Lennard could finally be apart of a group notorious for their virtues in making the world a batter place.

Theme Song: The Sky Ballet

Name: KG69-01B1A, Hammerklavier
Description: This aircraft is built off a pre-war hybrid plane which was originally manufactured by an old company, crumbled from the result of war and inflation that managed to survive the wars which pursued afterwards. As the years passed afterwards, many planes similar to this were scavenged and later rebuit as effective warplanes to gain an advantage over enemies. Such relics of the old world were considered as treasures to those who sought them for combat purposes and many paid a good price to those who sold them. In the same way Der Hammerklavier was founded and rebuilt by the military which Lennard would soon be employed by and would also be a plane he'd later own (and later sold for a swift discount) for his services as a part-time combat aviator and mechanic. She is built to be nimble, sturdy and can take quite a beating to gunfire which is proven to do well in combat.
Plane Type: Twin-Engine, Hybrid.
Extra Aircraft Notes:

• Weight: 12,000 lbs
• Armor: .5 inch ballistic armor around cockpit.
• Speed: 275 MPH (1,240 at jump speed)

Weapons Descriptions:

• Three Aden Canons, 30mm
• Two SNEB Pod rockets, 62MM
• Two Single forward M2 Browning Machine guns, 50 Cal rounds
• Ten PARS 3 LR Anti-Tank Missiles
• Twenty-five Hydra 70 Missiles

Weaknesses: As impeccable and impressive as the vessel was during its day, years and years of lacking maintenance yielded a plane on the verge of reaching an old age. There are several problems with the plane due to lack of repair although due to an incompetent pilot but the lacking tools required to amend them. As a consequence, the plane often has trouble starting and will occasionally hick-up mid air which probably also indicates that the Hammerklavier may need an engine overhaul, no easy task to find the pre-war tools to fix it. Apart from a few needy repairs, the plane runs smooth as it should normally run. However, because the Hammerklavier is so thick, it maneuvers pretty slowly compared to other post-war vessels but also can take quite a beating.

Past Encounter: No one really knows how old the plane really is, although it was scavenged and later had another plane built around it's unique engine. Though old, the plane had proven to finally show its worth in combat many times. It's been beaten and repaired many times in its day and is Lennard's most precious plane to this date.

Name: Izabelle “Izzy” Votyakov
Age: 27
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110lbs
Pilot Class: Sky Warrior
Nationality: Ukrainian

Bio:
Izabelle grew up in her father’s machine shop, famous across the Ukraine for the legendary planes it had been responsible for for building and maintaining. The smell of gasoline was what she woke up to each morning and grease stained most of her clothing from the work she did alongside her father. At age seven she began working in the shop and by thirteen she was working on her own, being able to fix an aircraft all on her own. She had developed a very capable mind for engineering and mechanics.

However, Izabelle longed to get up there with all the ace pilots and fight in the civil war with the best of them. She snuck away from the shop to enroll in flight school when she was fifteen and returned to continue her work in the shop. Unknown to her father, she had been stashing away extra parts for a while, collecting anything that looked useful or just plain cool. In her bedroom above the shop floor, drawings and designs of aircraft littered the floor. Some had been promising, others were either just for pleasure or mistakes from inexperience.

As the civil war raged on in the Ukraine, more and more planes were brought in to be repaired. The shop was considered a No Man’s Land to most pilots, regardless of their allegiance, and although they fought against each other, many talked and got along like old friends. Izabelle was kept quite busy with repairs as aircraft upon aircraft was hauled in, some to be sold for scrap, others abandoned. One of these abandoned shells was the start of Izzy’s first actual project, an older looking biplane fuselage lacking wings. It wasn’t long before her father noticed that she was no longer working on customers planes, but now her own, slowly looking more and more complete everyday.

Her father confronted her one night, outraged that she had gone to flight school without telling him and that she was building a plane to fight with. At first he was unwilling to listen and hear her out. No one had ever heard of a female fighter pilot in the Ukraine and he wouldn’t allow his daughter to become the laughingstock of a male dominated trade. However, she kept pressing him on the topic everyday until one day he finally had to give in. Yes he was afraid he would lose her, but it was something Izzy had practically begged him to do. She had never asked for anything in her life so he felt obligated to give her this one gift.

Two years later, the engine of The Duchess roared above Europe as she looked down for her next target. She had built a reputation as a bounty hunter across the continent, a hired gun fighting for the highest bidder. Izzy had developed her skills by flying alongside other pilots and learning maneuvers through endless practice. She had gotten the message from AA not too much later while she was in England. She’d always wanted to go to America, this was her chance. The Duchess, as she called her plane, would be making for Scotland in the morning.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=O8blVN7pX3Q

Name: Va-44 Custom, “The Duchess”

Description: This aircraft may look like it came mostly from a scrap heap, but the internals are almost flawless. Constructed over several years and perfected by Ukrainian mechanics, Izzy constructed The Duchess mostly on her own, with salvaged parts from other aircraft, both allied and enemy. It costed Izzy almost nothing to build, minus the additional engines on the back and the brand new engine. Lightly armored with an open cockpit, meant to be nimble and agile.

Plane Type: Custom Biplane

Weapons Descriptions:
2x Forward facing 30mm machine guns, nose mounted
Small bomb bay containing 3x 50lb bombs for light anti-vehicle/infantry
4x Small dumbfire missiles, 2 per wing

Weaknesses: Very light armor compared to other fighters in it’s class. Occasionally has issues starting from lack of good quality fuel, however once started the engine purrs like a kitten. Alright, more like a tiger.

Past Encounter: The Duchess has logged many hours in flight, however it has only seen a few dogfights and most of which were against small, lightly armed fighters. Nothing noteworthy.

Name: Jingo "Jango" Blowtorch

Age: 24
Height: 1.85m (6'2")
Weight: 80kg (180Ibs)

Pilot Class: Fixer

Nationality: Newfoundlander

Appearance: Jingo

Bio: Jingo's birth was difficult for everyone, especially so for his mother, who was told by doctors that Jingo was most likely going to be stillborn and he was. His mother, stricken by grief at the death of her first child, died of depression a few minutes after giving birth (though after some thought later in life, Jingo speculated that it was blood loss that killed her). However, unfortunately (or fortunately for Jingo), as the baby's body was being taken to the morgue, it burst into shrieks and cries; his father, enraged by the doctor's false assumptions, beat the doctor to death in the ward. He grabbed his infant son out of the nurse's hands and made his escape soon afterwards, evading the clinic guard that pursued him around relentlessly.

After that, Jingo's father lived as a fugitive of the law, or rather what was left of it, trying to look after his son in a harsh world, a few months later they found safety in the form a ferry. At the time, they lived in Newfoundland, a large island off the cost of mainland Canada, it was practically impossible to get to the other side and it was speculated that there was no other side, as it was common for escaped prisoners to swim out to sea and never come back. It was a path that Jingo's father contemplated but when a ship came across from the other side, his hopes for a better future for his son were reinforced.

So he stowed away, crawling up the anchor chain of the ferry and into the hold, with his sleeping infant tied to his back.

Twelve years after making land fall in Labrador, life was going well, Jingo had settled into a cabin in the woods by his father, the isolationism suited them well as it meant that Newfoundland Rangers couldn't find them and that his father could take his plane out to town without being traced back.

Jingo spent many evenings of his childhood alone, his father was often out on his plane (later he discovered this was due to his father being a Skywayman). He spent most of this time bird watching, sat in a field outside his house with his eyes to the sky and by the end of the day, he'd have a pile of birds that he decided to keep.

One day, while watching the skies, waiting for his father to come home, Jingo spotted a plane, it wasn't his father's as this one was sleek and metal and had two engines, it was also coming right at him. Jingo managed to get away as the plane impacted the ground, it trailed a deep gash in the soil as it crumpled against the earth, upon returning, he found the pilot dragging himself out of the shattered cockpit.

Now, Jingo has never been the most sociable one, as he was raised in a forest with no one other then his father to talk to, so naturally he stood in front of the man like a dullard. The man looked up at young Jingo rather irked, he barked for the boy to get him some bandages, By the time his father returned, the man was inside and sprawled out by the fire place. The rest was history.

The man became a long time house guest, and with Jingo's help, fixed up the plane again, though the pilot was not there to see it fly again as he died of injuries sustained after the accident. Jingo took to flying it, joining his father on raiding bandit camps (it seemed to be a form of consultation to his father, to repent for the blood on his hands); however, after his father died in a malfunction during takeoff, nothing tied him to his cabin in the woods, so he left, he didn't know what he was looking for, he speculated it was adventure but some part of him knew that he was seeking company.

Theme Song: I'm Alright

Name: P-38 Witch Doctor

Description: The Witch Doctor

She is unpainted, aluminium still glinting.

Plane Type: Long Range Escort/Interceptor

Extra Aircraft Notes: Due to it's turbo-superchargers, the Witch Doctor is exceptionally quite and excels at long distance flying behind enemy lines; the addition of large drop tanks essentially doubles it's range to 3000 miles. The P-38 model aircraft has a maximum speed of 415 miles/hour, with a cruise speed of 275 miles/hour, though upgrades are available to increase maximum speed and fuel efficiency, they are few and far between. The craft handles very forgivingly, with moderately sensitive controls that require gentle touches to readjust its course. The Witch Doctor can take many hits, due in part to the rugged construction of its frame and the repair bots bumbling around inside keeping it in top notch condition. It has a maximum service height of 44,000ft, with a stall height of 50,000. When not directly being looked at, The Doctor is difficult to see due to its reflective surface.

Weapons Descriptions:

- 4x .50 Caliber Machine Guns in the nose.
- 4x Hard Points (Excluding Drop Tank Ports) for missiles/bombs.
- Exclude stock minigun and rockets.

Weaknesses: Due to it's subpar rolling capability, the Witch Doctor isn't a good dogfighter, relying on surprise and shock to incapacitate an enemy. If it comes under intense fires, the repair bots inside the craft over heat and cause the engines to stall. It's form makes it easily recognizable, meaning that it can not be mistaken and simply blend among other planes. Due to it being unpainted, the doctor is incredibly easy to see if in the line of sight of the observer, otherwise it's a faint glint in the corner of their eye.

Past Encounter:

Name:Isaac Francis Gainsborough
Age:26
Height:6'1
Weight:175
Pilot Class:Rabbit
Nationality:English
Appearance:

Bio: Dubbed 'The Lady Killer' because of his iconic single handed defeat of the all female mercenary group from Ireland 'The Banshees' Isaac became on of the most highly sought after mercenaries on the warlord circuit. Once a skilled pilot at the Albion Avengers Academy, he was expelled for reckless flying, and nearly killing his flight instructor during a training drill. Although soft spoken and sophisticated, Isaac's lust for warplane violence is akin to that of a vampire.

After being captured by Texan nationals at a Kentucky outpost and severley tortured, Isaac was able to reflect on his actions and his actions, and while still violent was far less reckless and self assured. Assuming he was going to die in the Texan prison, his captors were killed by a bombing raid by the Blood Wings, and seeing no other option he quickly partnered with them, giving him an outlet for his need to destroy.

Name: Custom Javelin X-4 'The White Panther'


Plane Type: Jet
Extra Aircraft Notes: An experimental plane used by the Kentucky Army during the Dixie wars, it never really got to see much usage as they were developed about 2 months before the state officially surrendered. The Craft focuses on speed and firepower, and was used as a 'shock fighter' on ambush missions.

Weapons Descriptions: Dual Miniguns, Flares, 12 Homing Missiles, 6 UGBs

Weaknesses: To maintain manuverablity, the armor of the plane is very thin.

Past Encounter: (Optional, give a description of a note worthy mission/battle/adventure that this Frame has been on)

Name: Rikke "The Shotgun Senorita" Espinoza
Age: 22
Height: 5'9 (1.75 meters)
Weight: 190lbs (86.18 Kg)
Pilot Class: Ace
Nationality: Spanish-American
Appearance:
Bio: Rikke has a varied past, though one you may not expect. Her crazy, psychotic nature didn't come from a traumatic experience. Nonono. Rikke is just that way naturally, and tends to enjoy 'playing' with her 'prey'. Along with taunting her target, and generally trying to get them riled up and angry at her. Rikke never did like boring fights, ones that she won with the target having done little to fight back. She liked it when her targets fought with ferocity. Though they were probably trying to kill her for the things she said. She is rather fluent in English and Spanish.

She does however, keep most things on lock-up. Only ever speaking of her recent adventures in Mexico and the Southern US. She does have a rather nasty reputation with some local settlements in the Southern US due to her past workings with a recently destroyed cartel. She flew as a air-to-air pilot for said cartel. She would would take on pilots of rival cartels, and keep aircraft on the ground at rival airfields. For her operations on the ground, she'd gain a nickname in the area as "The Shotgun Senorita". This nickname related to her usage of a shotgun to violently behead people.

She hasn't really cared if her reputation has spread outside of Mexico and the Southern US.
Theme Song: Shotguns

Name: "The Jericho Banshee"

Plane Type: Custom
Extra Aircraft Notes: The Banshee carries decent armor, great maneuverability, and an incredible top speed for a single prop craft. A staggering 1,102mph (1773.5 km/h, 957.62 knots). Her speed is thanks to her custom engine, drive shaft, and propeller blades. Her engine comes equipped with a powerful water and oil cooling system, to prevent the engine from overheating.

She's also equipped with a Jericho Trumpet.

Weapons Descriptions:
2x 25mm autocannons mounted on top of the nose
2x 40mm autocannons mounted in the wings

Weaknesses: Lacking mounting points for bombs, rockets, and torpedoes. The Jericho Banshee is only suited for Air-to-Air combat. If she were to engage ground/sea targets she'd be highly ineffective, due to the fact that her guns are outfitted with ammo primarily suited to taking out air targets.

Due to her very custom set up, the costs to repair her would be very hefty. Repair times could be long if some random mechanic is repairing her.

On top of that. Should her cooling system get hit hard enough, the engine could start reaching dangerous temperatures. Which could cause the engine to violently seize. Or in extreme cases, melt the whole engine down into a large bulk of metal. Also, any damage to the engine itself will cause the entire craft to shake and rattle. The severity of said shaking/rattling will be directly related to how much damage it has sustained.

PILOT
Name: Arnaud Degas
Age: 22
Height: 6'4
Weight: 205
Pilot Class: The Hunter
Nationality: French Caribbean/Creole
Appearance:



Bio: Born in Trinidad, Arnaud grew up in the aftermath of an uncertain age-between the chaos in America, and the hotpoints erupting the world over, an age where the Caribbean was forced to fumble about in the dark, trying to find a new destiny-no longer could many of the nations there rely on European or american trade, support or tourists. Economic crashes become the norm, unemployment nearly a given for many. The world population fell.

And fell.

And fell.

Then, something unexpected happened. Cuba, long silent, long forgotten, seized the chance fate had given it with both hands-ushering in a new age for the Caribbean. Cuban soldiers stormed beaches, Cuban guns found their way into the hands of revolutionaries. Red flags were waved with pride for the first time in a century-communism, in what seemed to be the twilight of human existence, revived itself. The specter that had haunted Europe in the past had pulled itself from the brink of death. And it took the Caribbean. A new nation was founded, in one of the last green spots on Earth. The Federated Communist Republics of the Caribbean-regarded as a threat by other nations, an unpleasant reminder of the mistakes of the past-had been born.

It was into this nation that Arnaud was born-a native of the Communist Republic of Trinidad and Tobago-an FCRC member state. One of his first memories is of his home country being flooded by great hurricanes, and of parts of his home nation being consumed by the sea-for all that the Caribbean managed to endure the ravages of war, many of it's island nations could not resist the relentless rise of global sea levels. Having lost his parents, and much of his extended family in the disaster, Arnaud was raised as a ward of the state, but that was not the end of the matter.

This memory has stayed with Arnaud for his entire life-and inspired him to join the armed forces of the FCRC, reasoning that by serving the interests of the FCRC as a pilot-he might aid in acquiring new lands for the peoples of the Caribbean to flee too, if worst came to worst. While he could fly, no one in the Caribbean would be left behind when the next storm hit, the next time the waters rose.

He flew missions for FCRC expeditionary forces all over the region-from South America to the cold reaches of the north-he's flown against bandits, against other nascent nation states-the FCRC and Texas certainly had their share of scuffles-but the farthest he's ever been is, ironically, the place he's currently marooned in. Iceland. The FCRC overreached, and plagued by bandits and supply troubles, their nascent outpost on the island had be recalled. Bandits attacked, on the ground and in the sky, just as the boats were being loaded. Arnaud flew against them-and by the end of it, the boats were away, many of the bandits were dead-and Arnuad was out of fuel and forced to land.

Rescue, he's sure isn't coming-resources are a precious thing, and the FCRC, however much it might want too, can't launch a new expedition to save one man.

It's a harsh reality.

So now he's sitting in an abandoned base, out of fuel, slowly eating his way through his supplies and wondering if the cold or the bandits will get him first.

Theme Song:

Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards

PLANE:
Name: R-1 Bolívar
Description:



Extra Aircraft Notes: Designed to be produced in massive numbers, the R-1 Bolivar has the distinction of being one of the first homegrown plane designs fielded by the fledgling Federated Communist Republics of the Caribbean. The Bolivar is designed to be three very simple things-cheap, hardy, and reasonably effective. In the fine tradition of the AK-47, it succeeds with flying colors-while they're not amazing aircraft, they are competent, can be produced quickly, maintenance can be conducted with ease-and it can even make use of foreign produced parts, thanks to a dedication to functionality by the design team.

And finally, it's often said these planes would still fly even if you buried them in sand and dug them up a month after.

This is not inaccurate.

Plane Type: Jet
Weapons Descriptions:
1x Minigun
20x Nonhoming missiles
12x Bunkerbusters
4x Multi-role homing missiles

Weaknesses: Stripped down and basic in nature. The R-1 lacks many of the gadgets that aid the pilots of other nations-it focuses on functionality over pilot comfort. Due to this, it tends to struggle when faced with extremely high-tech aircraft. Normally, numbers would make up for this, but if it is a single R-1 against such a foe...

Past Encounter: Detailed in the bio.