Name: Varakjit, Anuri
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Origin: Mumbai, India, Earth

Craft Specialization: F-87 Aegis II
Callsign/Codename: Rama
Kills: 45

Psychological Analysis:

Anu could be quite frankly considered one of the most tactically brilliant and ambitious pilots on the squad. He is constantly seeking out the bigger picture, always trying to find new strategies to be applied on the wider scale. He is never without the latest information from the front, and actively strives to keep track of other military movements of other units besides his. He is always concocting up new ideas, thoughts, and inspirations, leading him to be known as a man of novelty. However, his wide scope of things has also led him to be brash and arrogant for such an accomplished soldier. He has what some would consider a superiority complex and many counts of insurbodination, often resulting from disputes with his superiors over courses of action taken - the primary reason why a skilled fighter like him has risen up the ranks that slowly.

Military Record:

Anu hails from a long and distinguished line of Indian military men. He enlisted in the Terran Navy through at sixteen and graduated at twenty with flying colors. He was deployed first as part of a squadron sent to eliminate pirates in the Beta Aquilae system, and quickly gained immediate respect for saving the life of a fellow wingman when his fighter's oxygen supply was hit by a missile, causing Anu to have to temporarily exit his own ship in deep space, connect the downed ship's oxygen tank with his own, and tow it back through hyperspace. He was honored with a promotion and a special celebratory event back on Terra, and his story was unofficially incorporated into Terran military doctrine as an example of brotherhood. Many would however note this as part of Anu's slow decline.

His fellow squadron members noted Anu's cockiness and arrogance in the months - even years - following his deed. He also began a long chain of insubordination charges against superior officers. His irreverence, to the dismay of many, however, still had backing. He continued winning victory after victory against pirates - his favorite enemy - in many systems. All of those victories, however, were won with different squadrons - many of Anu's fellow pilots described his character as being rather toxic, and no one really grew fond towards him. For many, Anu regarded himself as a one-man army: somethig many great soldiers know cannot exist.

Seven years on, and the Varaxian Empire found its way into Terra's sights. Back in India, Anu's younger brother, Nashi, was a brilliant xenobiologist working for the Terran Federation. Though he did not get to see him often, Anu loved Nashi very much. But Nashi was one of the scientists on board an expeditionary ship that unknowingly headed deep into Varaxian territory. Nashi was also one of those scientists who were engulfed in a fiery plasma ball that was the expeditionary ship. Nashi was one of the few people that Anu felt a close connection to, and that connection was gone. Anu had never felt so helpless in his life.

So Anu redoubled his efforts. He sought refuge in his faith, delving deep into Hindu mythology, earning his nickname 'Rama' from the books he was always buried in. Many of his colleagues noticed a sharp decline in his cockiness, removing the arrogance from his skill - which again earned him respect and eventually landed him with the 144th. But Anu, deep inside, would forever hold a deep-seated pure hatred for the Varaxian Empire. Whoever they were, he would kill them, he would kill all of them - just as they killed his brother.

Name: Grayson, Clint
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Origin: Lombar, Sirius System

Craft Specialization: T-22 Dirk Interceptor
Callsign/Codename: Rookie
Kills: 0 In-Field, 27 Simulated (Note: One case of destruction of a friendly in simulation).

Psychological Analysis:
Affable and easy-going, what Clint lacks in wits he makes up for in a generous helping of good mirth. Largely untouched by the ravages of war, the naivety of youth still clings to Clint like a blanket, and contributes to his continued optimism even in the face of adversity. It may have also, alongside his rather provincial upbringing, imbued him with an almost endless sense of wonder that displays itself most prominently when he is faced with some of the stranger aspects of the wider universe.

As of yet, Clint has shown no inclination to unconventional thinking when faced with combat scenarios. His willingness to follow orders exactly and precisely has however, endeared him to his superiors who have praised his dedication, if not his intelligence. Additionally, his sense of justice and concern for innocent lives may prove too idealistic in a time of war. Occasionally clumsy (see note above), with the right guidance and experience, Clint could grow into a fine and able pilot.

Military Record:
Born on the planet Lombar, Clint was the son of colonists who made the journey from the core worlds to one of humanity’s newest settlements, seeking a better life for themselves on the agricultural planet.

Simple farmers, in both mind and profession, Sara and Graham Clintson eked out a comfortable, if not glamorous life on the fertile plains the stretched for miles in each direction. At the very least, it provided a safe environment for their new son to grow up in, away from the crime and poverty that often plagued many of the inner systems. Seeking to protect him from the worst elements of humanity, the boy was raised on a strict diet of hard work and discipline, spurred on by the occasional smack of a belt from his father; the stern gruff figure dominated much of his childhood while his mother travelled off world to trade. Believing a bit of elbow grease could fix most problems, Clint was a happy child for most of his youth.

However, raised in relative isolation from the wider affairs of the Terran Federation, Clint grew increasingly fascinated by the world beyond his planet as the colony developed and more and more travellers visited, bringing with them tidings from across the galaxy. Although his parents tried to discourage him from growing too curious, fearing it would lead to restlessness and the desire to travel, they were not blind to his desires. Deciding it was best to satisfy his hunger for travelling in some capacity, they allowed him to travel off-world occasionally when his mother needed to trade.

As time went on, Sara and Graham placed more trust and responsibility in their son, and began teaching him the basics of piloting. Under strict tutelage, Clint’s abilities grew, albeit slowly; his parents were reluctant to teach him too much too fast, fearing he might use his new skills might help him find a way off world. Unfortunately for them, fate had other plans for their son.

With the outbreak of war, Terran Federation presence on the planet grew drastically, and the sight of their ships hanging in the sky grew increasingly common. Concerned with maintaining the flow of vital foodstuffs from the outer worlds inwards, they guarded vigilantly against pirate incursions that threatened to disrupt the trade routes that Clint and the people of his planet had used for years. Their appearance fascinated Clint, and each time he passed one of their sleek hulls piloting his family’s now rusting merchant vessel, he gazed in wonder. It was during one such moment of marvel that they attacked. Without warning the Interceptor he had been watching zipping effortlessly around his vessel was obliterated. Varaxian raiders swarmed the Federation ships acting as an escort to Clint, determined to destroy his cargo and disrupt the flow of trade. Desperate to protect his family’s livelihood, and realising he could not hope to fight the raiders alone, Clint turned the ship quickly and manoeuvred it deeper within the group of Federation Interceptors, desperate to reach safety. Although not an expert pilot, his skill was enough that he was able to navigate the crossfire to reach a safe distance. Realising they could not hope to reach their quarry without significant losses, the Varaxians retreated, leaving the Federation pilots, and Clint, to lick their wounds.

Having witnessed the danger the Varaxians posed first hand, Clint now knew he had to do something to protect the peaceful life his parents had built for themselves. Although he did not previously grasp the significance the war held for his planet, seeing how the Federation fought to protect that which he held dear inspired something within Clint. He knew he had to take action.

The very next day he left home to sign up to the nearest Federation Naval Academy. Unable to face the tearful faces of his parents, he left a small note explaining his decision, vowing to return once the war was done and he had seen the universe. After a few years of training, during which his skills as a pilot developed far more quickly than they had at the helm of the merchant vessel, Clint emerged a fresh faced and fully enlisted pilot, assigned to the 144th Direwolves aboard the Galatia.

Name: Williamson, Moe
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Origin: Canadian

Craft Specialization: F87 Aegis II
Callsign/Codename: Gramps
Kills: Thirty Nine.

Psychological Analysis: Fancy talk for 'Personality'. Give me a good paragraph or so describing your character's personality. Rule

From the Office of PhD. Julie Vzak, file number Alpha-Six-Charile-Nine-Delta-Five-Tango

From the on-set of training to the day Moe was in space his personality has changed and altered. Over the course of active deployment, training, warfare and simulations I’ve noticed main changes in his psychological mindset but also his views and morals.

Moe when he first signed up was one of your average “The army is the best thing ever” kind of male. His military file and training records were above average and overall he was more brighter and more upbeat, uptempo. He had a few sessions with me and most of them were under thirty minutes in length. No concerns existed for me then and I signed him off with relative ease and worry. Yet I did write a few concerns in the file and potential warning flags that may arise if he was exposed to warfare.

At the age of twenty four, Moe experienced his first active engagement in the Direwolves . The growing pirate insurgency in the Vega system had raised alarms in the Terran organization and ships were deployed. The situation was messy to say at best with a lot of lives lost. Civilian convoys looted and hostage rescue missions gone wrong were commonplace in the first parts of the operation before the Direwolves was deployed. Once the Direwolves was deployed and began active combat missions the situation changed of course for the better on paper, but in reality it was still messy. One of the notable Operation’s Moe recalls is Dark Horse where the Direwolves were moving after a cell of pirates who had been terrorizing a civilian convoy route for months. The Direwolves arrived as the cell was in the middle of a raid. Active combat ensued before finally after a few hours all hostiles were down…. But for a price. That day over 43 civilian casualties were reported which changed Moe’s outlook on war. One of the key quotes I picked up from the therapy sessions after the war was. “I don’t know if I want to fly again.”

His first few meetings were mere recounts of the whole operation and his role in the war. The Direwolves was involved in a lot of the hard hitting stuff which scarred Moe at his young age of twenty four during the whole war and pirate insurgency. From those two-three’s his physiological output and his view on life was damped severely. After the Direwolves was sent back to base I ordered Moe to take a leave of absence and put him on a light dosage of antidepressants for his case of depression. He also booked more sessions to overcome his case of PTSD caused by the fight. To this day he’s known to be a light sleeper and occasionally resorts to alcohol to relieve his problems.

After the Pirate insurgency and once I gave Moe the greenlight things started to get better. Notably during this time he began to smoke as a way to relieve his stress and is prone to often over-stressing if he doesn’t have a cigar or a drink or something to calm his nerves as he says. He enjoys flying again and in my eyes but also is he’s ready to serve. His sense of loyalty is back and he often shows that during his training sessions with the recruits. Many of the key traits he exhibits these day’s I feel is respectfulness, maturity but also a sense of humour. In one sense the pirate insurgency helped him become a better soldier and understand the complexities of modern day warfare.

His last session was when the war with the Varaxian Empire was declared. He felt that he was more ready for this war. He truly felt that his mind could handle the grueling hours of conflict, the bloodshed but most of all the pressure and the choices that war brought along with it. Something he couldn’t handle when he first fought an enemy during the pirate insurgency.

Military Record:

Top Secret - Clearance Level III/V

Training Portfolio Moe Williamson

-> From America, Homeworld : Earth
-> Enrolled directly out of high school
-> Training Scores
Flying - 85/100
Risk and Reward - 78/100
Weapons - 96/100
Mechanical ability 63/100

-> Notes by Training Lead Gerald Roberts.

Moe is an above average training candidate. For starts he exhibits various good traits in a pilot. His flying skill, angles of approach, retreating and evasive maneuvers are good for most of the candidates in his class. He showed various mature choices when flying and commanded his ship well. Also he knew the intricacies in his ship and how to fully utilize it for whatever situation that arises.

In terms of risk and reward situations his choices were above average. For a pilot he shows a decent gasp at what is presented to him and how to deal with it. His decision making is often reserved and logical but at times he seems like he may be blunt and willing to go out all depending on the circumstances.

He placed topped in the weapons category, having a full knowledge of the ship's various gun capabilities, missiles but also how to appropriately use them depending on the battle situation but also how to adapt when given a different weapon set and use it to it’s full capabilities.

The only area of worry is mechanic ability. While he didn’t score the lowest he was simply classified as “below average”. For starters his knowledge of the ship's functions in terms of repairing itself, how to transfer power and other engineering but also basic mechanical functions was limited. He knew some but more learning and potentially more flight time is needed to understand these functions and how they’d work. He should be enrolled into a extra class to understand the intricacies of ship mechanic ability.

Debriefing Report - Vega Pirate Insurgency by Commander Victor Camden

Moe had a successful mission in the Vega zone. His first active engagement under the Direwolves was an overall success for him due to his notable skill and valour among his fellow squadmates. For starters he showed courage during the whole extended run of combat. His deployments were common and at times he had a quick turn around from one deployment to another. Handling the various scenarios thrown at him but also the instructions given to him at the same time,

Key notable occurrences for Moe were during Operation D-Z1. The Direwolves were assigned to take care of a pirate known as “Ruby”. Ruby was responsible for the destruction a civilian trading vessel and a military escort ship a few months back. A scout ship reported Ruby;s small pirate group nested around an abandoned asteroid mining base, going in for routine repairs. The Direwolves were responsible for capturing or eliminating Ruby and securing the mining base free from the pirate insurgents. This operation was led by Moe who led a group of 9 fighter ships towards the asteroid belt were the abandoned base was. Using a clever tactic of diversion and hitting them from all sides, it made the pirate group seem like they were facing overwhelming odds. Only forty-five minutes into the assault the pirates surrendered and were taken into custody of the Federation.

After Operation D-Z1 Moe was stationed to protect a valuable supply line from insurgents along with 8 other fighter pirates. Sporadic combat existed but overall Moe held the supply line to the standards that the Direwolves live and die by.

After the Vega Insurgency, Moe was given a year's leave at the request of a medical psychologist and a chance to clear his mind. Once he came back Moe resumed training duties and served mainly as a weapon and armament trainer while usually teaching about flying and landing the various models of ships.

Medical Report for Moe Williamson

Subject -> Moe Williamson
Age at Report -> 50 Years Old.
Height -> 6’3
Weight -> 234 Pounds
Body Fat % -> 9.5%
Severe Injuries? N
Scars? N
Hair Color - Black however some grey spots exist
Beard? Y -> Turning Grey. A five o’clock shadow
Other? A tattoo on his right arm and his neck. His neck has a tattoo of Earth while arm has a tattoo of the logo of the 144th Direwolves.

Various medical documents and applications are enclosed in the file folder, Moe’s alcoholism and his new fondness of cigars has been noted in his file, underneath the various tests is a few notes by Dr. Gerald Yam

Moe’s health over the year has remained relatively stable. The only medication he is on is to help him sleep and that’s only if he requires it. His prescription history indicates that he isn’t overusing or could be addicted to the medication. The only reason of worry in my eye’s is his new habits of Alcoholism and smoking.

The root cause of this has been identified and tied to past events associated due to war. Yet right now I feel it isn’t at the point where he should be placed in any rehabilitation program of any sort. He’ll be observed for a few months and a check up will be done once more.

I like the idea of a cocky hotshot. Saves me the trouble of making a cocky hotshot NPC- that is a vast oversimplification of Anuri's personality, but in general I like it. The character overall seems well grounded but not generic or boring- a small time hero letting the fame get to his head. I expect interesting interactions between him and our resident Harridan pilot.

And our lookit, our first rookie application is the space-age equivalent of a farmer boy. A simple enough character, with excellent potential for interaction and RP. By the books, but youthful and able to be molded. Nothing stands out to me as wrong with this character, and I like his background story.

So I know his callsign is MW - probably for Moe Williamson, but while he's onboard the Galatia, people will probably refer to him as 'Gramps'. His background makes no mention of his assignment to the Direwolves or the Galatia however, unless the 114th was a typo. Due to his advanced age, he'd likely be consider a reserve pilot than a full time pilot, but I'd come up with some random RP reasons to get him into the mix, because sitting on the sidelines is never fun. My only other gripe is that I have no idea what Moe looks like. Right now, I just have a bog standard 'Commander Sheppard' look in my head.

Raw recruit #2. I actually like the dynamic Elizabeth has when compared with farmer boy. Sunny and dynamic to green and by-the-books. Looking at all these character apps also makes me realize that everyone likes to be from a space station, because that's probably easier to name than planets/colonies. I also like her whole training story- lots of fuck ups, lots of fun. Also, 144th, not 114th.