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[@Dynamo Frokane] ok, I've writen the first draft of my CS

Tomas M. Harkens 

age: 21

hight: 6.2 ft.

wight: 192 pounds

pilot class: fixer

nationality: Irish emigrant to Detriot, USA
appearance: although his hair used to be a light brown it has been died jet black by the soot he is almost perpetualy coverd in. his stature tall and lanky with a constant stoop due to crawling into cramp aircraft pieaces. he mostly weres a beat up bomber jacket an a pair of flight gogles.  

Bio: after hard times hit his famly in ireland when he was 5, they moved to the US after his dad, a retired pilot, was offerd a job. Unknown to his famly, that job was as a smugler for a local Mob branch smugleing over lake michigan who neaded pilots for expanding there oporations into cannada. in his new hom, Tom became extreamly antisocal, so he spent most of his time in his dad's new plane talking to the Enginears working on it. his dad, seeing that the airplane was the only thing that could get Tom to talk, alowd for him to come to the hanger as his 14th birthday pressent were he helped the enginears take it apart and put it back toggether again (mostly to uncover secrit compartmints) until one day his dad was shot down over the lake. this aperantly took Tom over the edge. he stopped talking to anyone copleatly, and spent all of his time tinkering with the Mobs airplanes. at first they protested over Tom messing with the planes, but after they saw that the planes Tom tinkerd with where flue farther and faster that even there best racers, they just left him alone. but his magnum opice was an old bomber carcas that he got his hands on. for months he built it from the ground up, tinkering and modifying until there was barly any of the origanal plane left. finaly, once he was done, the Mob came by to clame it, understandably upset that Tom hadn't been fixing up there planes, only to find Tom holding a sub machine gun refuseing to let anyone onbord; shouting "You basterds can't have her! she's mine damn it! I won't have you getting her shot up!" he was nearly over run wen the Mob started trying to take the plane by force, but at the last minute Tom seald shut the door and ran to the cockpit and took of, running down a fue goons in the prosses. he then flue from town to town, bartering manual laber for parts and a scrap of bread here and there, until fineding the blood wings. he was visably exited to sighn up. and why wouldn't he be? Top of the line aircraft parts, and some food of which he desparetly neaded was a dream come true. of corse at first he was denied entry, on the basis of being a nutjob rideing a pile of haphazerdly bolted together scrap, but after downing a fue of there top aircraft, he was admited. although obviesly resented by the other, more stable pilots, his aircraft modifications are an extreamly valueably asset. to this day he is being hunted by the Mob for "borrowing" there parts.

Plane: The Crimson Swan [img]http://41.media.tumblr.com/b3e39a5d6c2fc50b749c4c49fe8d2b97/tumblr_mh2cvcO4Uf1rfuzuto5_1280.jpg[/img]

Info: The swan is a supriseingly fast medium sized strike fighter, built out of scraps. It has a pair of repair drones in the bomb bay for extirior repairs, though Tom prefers climbing out and doing it himself whenever possible. Its roomy enough for him to live in for days, wich he often does.

wepons: 3 miniguns, up to 30 small unguided rockets, and a nose turret for someone brave enough to get in the plane with Tom. theres also a submachine gun in the cockpit for emergencys.

weaknis: It's haphazerd desighn makes it extreamly rickety and prone to falling apart if pushed to far. It's also not incredibly maneuverable and only really excels at strate line speed.
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You really need to address some of these spelling mistakes, my grammar and spelling is far from perfect but you are type 'wepons' and 'weaknis' and thats not including whats in the bio, go over your CS with a spell check please. And Id like to see a pic of your pilot as well.