[CHAR] Muv-luv Alternative | Rising Horizon (OPEN)

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[Ithradine]

Helene Mauss

__________________________________________________________ Name | Helene Mauss __________________________________________________________ Gender | Female __________________________________________________________ Age | 26 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | German __________________________________________________________ Service | People's National Army __________________________________________________________ Rank | Major __________________________________________________________ Experience | Elite __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 171 cm • Weight | 61.4 kg • Build | Average, if a bit slim. • Hair Colour | White • Eye Colour | Light Purple TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | Mig-35 • Role | Storm Vanguard • Loadout • 1x A-97 Assault Cannon • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 1x Supplemental Armor • 2x Large blade motors • 2x Blade motors • Blade/Spike Vanes • 2x Close Combat Dagger Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Has a widespread reputation as a master chess player • Would rather be outside then indoors any day. • Hides an vivid imagination, which shes expresses in her drawings

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Loyal • Serious • Honest • Direct • Calm • Confident Helene maintains an icy-cold demeanor that hides her concern for her subordinates's health and well-being. She does not shy away from a challenge and will often force others to back up wild claims they make. Helene does not like to hide or bend the truth from her allies but inquiries into her life outside of being a TSF pilot are made in vain. Her priorities are making sure that everyone gets through this war alive, not getting friendly with each person. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born on March 24, 1978 to an influential family that she would not be aware of until much later in her life. She was taken by the Statsi at birth for their top-secret ESP program, backed by a group of Soviet scientists, modeled after the Soviet Union's Alternative III Plan. The intention of the Statsi was to create a generation of ESP-enhanced soldiers that they could exploit to exert greater control of East Germany. As they did not possess the same genetic engineering technology as the Soviets, they were forced to abduct newly born infants that were healthy and possessed qualities they believed vital to the project. Up until the fall of the Oder-Neisse Defence Line in 1983, Helene and many other children were subjected to numerous, unethical experiments paired alongside a rigid education in an attempt to develop their ESP potential. Helene was on of their most promising candidates as she began to demonstrate an ability to read the emotions of others towards the end of 1982, followed by a few others. Their development was halted for good when the BETA broke through and she was evacuated alongside a small number of her fellow subjects. After the Stasi were removed from power, authority of the children was handed over to what remained of the People's National Army. They were taken care of in a special facility until they were deemed old enough to begin basic training and military education. Helene was quickly appointed as leader of the class due the loyalty of the other children and her intelligence. Years of grueling training and the class graduated into the 606th TSF Squadron and began their first deployment in the summer of 1994 with Helene leading the formation in her MigG-29OVT Fulcrum. The 606th were highly successful in culling operations conducted in northern Germany and it was not long before they earned a reputation as the most elite squadron under East Germany's command. It was for this reason that they were selected to represent East Germany in Operation Shattered Steel. During the fighting, the 606th and especially Helen were credited with hundreds of slain BETA as a vanguard unit in the operation. However, the battle took its toll on the 606th with only seven members remaining by the time they reached the Hive's entrance thanks to the sudden appearance of the Laser-Fort class BETA. Helene still recalls the bittersweet feeling that came with the confirmation of the Superior's death. Her accomplishments led to her appointment as the squadron leader of the newly formed 212th Tactical Armored Battalion with the remaining 606th members being dispersed. Despite her own personal doubts, Helene is determined to guide the 212th to the end of this war.

Desmond Smith

__________________________________________________________ Name | Desmond Smith __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 23 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | British __________________________________________________________ Service | UN 1st Force __________________________________________________________ Rank | 1st Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 183cm • Weight | 78kg • Build | Average, if a bit slim. • Hair Colour | Charcoal Black • Eye Colour | Hazel TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | EF-2000 Typhoon • Role | Gun Interceptor • Loadout • 1x GWS-9 Assualt Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 1x Supplemental Armor • BWS-8 Flugelberte • Blade Edge Armor • Multi-purpose armor Spike Shield • 2x Close Combat Dagger Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Spends most of his free time reading. • Hidden passion for cooking

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Quiet • Observant • Reserved • Self-Critical • Dedicated • Cynical The bleak reality of the world is clearly expressed in Desmond's pessmistic outlook on the current state of affairs. He is always thinking of ways that a scenario can go wrong, which has made him cautious and suspicious of other's intentions. This lack of trust hinder him from developing cohesion with other members of his unit. In battle, he prefers to operate on his own intuition rather that strictly following orders. A recent personal loss before his transfer to the 212th has changed his outlook slightly and is more willing to assist his squad mates when needed. No matter he does or accomplishes, it is never enough in his eyes and this can drive can lead him to make detrimental decisions. Despite his stand-offish attitude, Desmond views the lives of his squad-mates more than his own. He is more than willing to give his life if it means saving more people but can make it seem like he is purposefully looking for such opportunities. Mistakes made by lower and sometimes even higher ranked pilots are quick to be called out by him with a sharp tongue. He will help anyone out off-mission despite making it seem like he absolutely hates to be bothered. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Desmond was born on March 3rd, 1981 into a poverty-stricken family that lived no better than the refugees that arrived on the United Kingdom's shores. His father was conscripted into the military but no aid ever came home and they were more or less forced to live day by day doing whatever they could to survive. His mother tried to paint his father as some kind of noble soldier sacrificing everything to fight an unrelenting enemy. That meant nothing to the young Desmond as he never got to see what they looked like. What he did know was how going without food made his stomach twist and turn and how some days his mother would just sit on their shard bed and cry. That was why Desmond decided he would take care of his mother if his father was not. The days where food rations were scarce he stole from others without a second thought, making sure he was never caught. He developed a quite negative opinion personnel contrary to many other kids his age, which often resulted in Desmond getting beaten up. That was until he learned how to play dirty and soon the other kids were crying anytime they tried picking on him. One such fight he threw dust in the eyes of a much larger kid and stabbed him in the thigh with a sharp rock he picked up off the ground. His mother then gave him a lesson he would never forget but from then on the other kids would avoid him entirely. Desmond, now of age to serve, was in the process of stalking his next target when two military officers approached him to conscript him into service. He resisted at first and gave the one a pretty nasty bloody nose before getting restrained when three military police came to assist. Desmond was brought to the recruitment office in cuffs and was told plainly that he would either train to be a pilot or he could face jail-time for assault. He took the offer on the guarantee that his mother would be taken care of and so he was forced into becoming the one thing he hated most. He was far from being popular with his instructors and fellow pilots due to his hostile attitude. The fact that was rather successful in both his theoretical and practical studies only furthered the divide between him and his fellow trainees. His training unit failed their first final exam due to his lone-wolf attitude and it was only after many heated arguments, and a few fist fights, that Desmond got his act together enough to allow his unit to pass. It was not until he began to dispatch on actual combat missions that he fully realized the necessity of others watching your back. Desmond broke formation during a culling operation in which the BETA's numbers were unusually high. While he refuses to release any details, it resulted in the death of the the squadron's second-in-command. It was clear that Desmond would no longer be able to operate in that squadron anymore and after an extensive pysch-eval he was released back into service. It was at this time that he was assigned to the 212th where he would be closely monitored.

[Landaus Five-One]

Muv-Luv Victoria S. Thorstein

__________________________________________________________ Name | Victoria Silvia Thorstein __________________________________________________________ Gender | Female __________________________________________________________ Age | 20 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | American __________________________________________________________ Service | US Navy __________________________________________________________ Rank | 2nd Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5’5” • Weight | 128 lbs • Build | Hourglass; Average • Hair Color | Blonde • Eye Color | Violet TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | F-18 Super Hornet • Role | Gun Sweeper • Loadout • 4x 36mm/120mm Assault Cannon (8×36mm and 2×120mm Magazines) • 2x CIWS-1B Close Combat Daggers

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Victoria is pretty timid and hardly ever yells at anyone. It is mostly because of her older brother’s constant overstrung, short fuse personality that conflicted with her wanting to be friendly to everyone. It’s pretty obvious she’s highly confident in her abilities, since she comes from a family, which has tons of knowledge of USN doctrine. This includes USN TSF Doctrine, since they go hand in hand. However, she’s a bit afraid of telling people about how good she is at her abilities because people will probably think negatively of her. She understands that everyone is needed in their roles. Therefore, she dislikes close combat tactics since she’s an American. Her national pride of US is definitely evident but its only because of the fact it was shoved into her, by her entire family. She shows ignorance to the people whose countries that fell to the BETA, it isn’t a superior attitude she shows. Therefore, she shows pity towards the people who lost their home country. The humor she holds, is mostly at her own expense since she’s pretty much easily down on herself. It’s mostly because of how many fights her and her brother got into throughout her life. She’s pretty much competitive to a point as long as it doesn’t involve hurting others in the squadron. She’ll constantly put blame herself for every single thing that goes wrong in her life, which includes how rocky her relationship is with her brother. She trusts people to easily and needs attention from people that give her a relief from the outright feeling like she needs a pick me up. She gets highly focused within a TSF. She is more or less only competing with her elder brother Eric. Who is very anti-team focused, which sooner or later that will bite him in the ass literally. She will be going through tons of emotions whenever that happens since he’s been quite mean to her. But he is her older brother, which had an oddity to him that makes for a person to ask advice on. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Victoria was born on May 22, 1984 to a the Thorstein Family. They have a long standing history of being in the US Navy, specifically like on Aircraft Carriers. It was kinda easy to understand, where their daughter and eldest son would go to. Their eldest son Eric R. Thorstein, which had a very short temper and usually went off on any little detail that was wrong. It made the relationship between Victoria and him very heated in some cases. He usually called her slow and not up to snuff for an American TSF in the USN. It was pretty much a forgone conclusion that they would never really make up for the fact they had differing personalities. The only thing they could agree on throughout their life was the fact that the BETA needs to be eliminated off the face of the planet. In this case, all other negotiations that their parents tried to get the two to get along would usually fail in the son throwing a literal temper tantrum. Her parents names are Gregory L. Thorstein and Elise S. Thorstein to be specific. Her mother meant well and all but her son was too much like her husband and made a decision to try to keep her daughter from doing a similar thing. The Thorstein family was wealthy behind belief even though they acted poorer than they were. They were very charitable to the less fortunate via sending money to charities that required them. It was Elise’s pragmatism that was pretty much the charitable side of the family. However, Gregory enjoyed the charities much since he could give without being yelled at. The Thorstein family dynamic was splitting apart because the parents would allow Eric to do whatever he wanted. However, she would just be constantly reminded that the only reason why he gets away with it. It’s because of they are punishing her until she shows some backbone and shows her national pride. However, that all changed when her brother was accepted at the top of his class. For a position as a TSF pilot for the USS Enterprise, in one of the TSFs he really enjoyed. A melee combat variant of a US TSF. However, this made the family do a family photo, specifically to show their unity was still around. This was around Victoria’s tenth birthday, which her brother was 8 years older than her. This caused her to be yelled at throughout the trip to the photo place by her elder brother. After the picture was taken, her brother showed her something other than the rage he usually shows after his short fuse. It was specifically what she said that pissed him off, which is melee combat is a bit beneath her. This made him say the words that broke his sister’s confidence. It didn’t help that the parents allowed it to happen, but the father was a bit shocked at the fact of this outright blatant hatred coming out of their son’s mouth. She went home in tears and went straight to bed, which from the onset of them interacting they were pretty much opposites. She didn’t know that her parents punished Eric to be ‘slightly’ nicer to her. They didn’t speak for along time afterwards, until it was her turn to join the United States Navy. It was mostly because her father was pushing her to join the US Navy over the Army. She was in training when she heard of the JFK Naval Garrison Base was attacked by the BETA and soon wiped out. It made her worried about it, since the VMF-318 Black Knives were wiped out except for a single survivor. This specific thing shocked her a bit since she heard of a name of Dominic Anders being a great, and opposite of what her brother was. In terms of a highly kind individual that has a little sister. However, she never met him but she hoped she could meet his sister to see how she was like. She couldn’t help but feel like her brother’s anti-teamwork attitude will get him into trouble and cause his death sooner or later. However, she graduated second to the top of the class. She was the second best marksman of her peers, which felt a bit weird. She signed on whatever US Naval Force was recruiting, however, she was transferred to the 212th Tactical Armored Battalion. Because of her excellent skills as a Gun Sweeper role. She passed the 8 minutes, which shocked her to the core, more so outside of the cockpit than normal. However, she couldn’t help but reply out loud, “I need to tell my brother fuck you. I am not slow, if I was slow I would be dead you idiot.” She understands a great deal more than other people even though she’s much more comfortable with long-ranged combat alike a Gun Sweeper. It was going to be along road to free the Earth of the menace that is the BETA but she’ll be definitely going to enjoy the challenge. She doesn’t know about her brother’s attitude when she meets him again, but she learned much about his highly reckless behavior against the Beta and it’s quite lucky he hasn’t died yet. She knows one thing his luck will run out and he’ll get killed for his behavior. However, you can’t be too cautious around the BETA, so she’s aggressive enough. Extra ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ She carries with her is a family photo of Gregory, Elise, Eric and her all smiling in it. However, after and before the photo Eric specifically told Victoria how he felt about her and it caused her to be how she is. A complete wreck, and her father and mother didn’t stop him from yelling at her. It’s the major big event in her life that made her highly too trusting towards anyone that wanted to listen. She carries a 1/100th model of the USS Enterprise, which is a Carrier. It has 1/200th TSF models and some 1/300th helicopter models on its hull. It is highly detailed for a model carrier. It is usually put on the a table fully set up but if she needs to move she’ll usually put it all in a case to protect it.

[Verticus]

Sigismund Ehrenfeld

__________________________________________________________ Name |Sigismund Ehrenfeld __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 20 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | German __________________________________________________________ Service | United Nations Armed Forces __________________________________________________________ Rank | First Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 177 cm • Weight | 65.61 kg • Build | Mesomorphic Swimmer's Build • Hair Colour | Blonde • Eye Colour | Steel Blue TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | EF-2000 • Role | Strike Vanguard • Loadout • 2x GWS-9 Assault Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 2x BWS-8 Flugelberte • 2x Close Combat Dagger • Blade Edged Armor: Head Sensor, Forearms & Feet Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Hates deep water. • Enjoys cats and being around them. • Has Harsh Insomnia.

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Silent • Literal • Honest • Blunt • Stoic • Contemplative Sigis is a quiet and analytical man who has absolutely no social tact to any degree. This in of itself has gotten him into many fights with fellow allies in the UN and added onto the 'battle' scars littering his body. He has decided saying more through less is better for both him and those around him and will do so. He will do what is needed of him and tell those who look to him for answers what is needed of them, even if he doesn't have the fluffiest words to soothe their hearts. He is more at home on the field than anywhere else, mostly due to him not needing to pay any attention to social tact when following and giving orders as well as piloting his machine, whichever falls into his jurisdiction. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born on October 19, 1984 to a family dedicated to the War-Industrial Complex established in Western Germany. The youngest of four, most of his family was dedicated to the factories producing machines of war for both themselves and their supporting Allies. By 1985, his family became refugees due to overwhelming BETA incursions on Western Germany, leaving only carnage and horror burned as the only real memories Sigis has of his homeland. Resorted to be raised in Refugee-Humanitarian housing in Britain, where all he had left after fleeing to the British Isles were his mother and older sister. He was raised with a burning hatred for the snuffed life of the rest of his family to the BETA. Sigis after turning of age began to work hard in public schooling alongside the indigenous peoples of Britain as well as the other European survivors who were taken after fleeing from their countries, nations, and homes because of the BETA. As soon as he was old enough to depart from normal schooling and enter one of the British Military-Pilot Academies, he would do so, both so that he may start off in the right direction to take out this pent up lust for revenge against the BETA, and keep his remaining family safe. Nothing said that more than becoming a pilot and placing his mother and sister into protected military housing. Nothing else was truly on his mind except graduating and leaving the pilot's rung of the academy with his certification to operate a TSF. At the end of the year of 2000 Sigis had graduated after diligent studying, trial and error, stress, lapses of judgement, and well-needed encouragement from his family, had obtained the certification to fully pilot a TSF under the United Nations Armed Forces. For a year, he had been under live-fire training courses due to extended retention programs the UN had enacted to keep their TSF pilots from being another statistic in the extreme mortality rates of being a pilot. After a full year of such training, Sigis in November of 2001 is deployed to the Mediterranean Theater along the Sicily Absolute Defense Line, performing surgical strikes against any hyperactive BETA or strategic raids with large TSF groups to prevent full-scale assaults on the line. Sigis experienced the casualties of those around him over and over again in these strikes, sorties, and raids to keep the BETA at bay. As of April 10, 2003, Sigis took part in Operation Sledgehammer as an Element of the TSF assault force for the UN-Japan joint operation, though humanity had faced losses, Sigis survived to see the Hive become suppressed under the watchful eye of both the United Nations and the Imperial Japanese Forces. Due to his Survival of being on the field and the aptitude of his combat performance, Sigismund found himself transferred to the 212th Tactical Armored Battalion, where he is now, having the expectations of stopping the BETA threat once and for all more than ever with this new assignment.

[Supermaxx]

Moses Yazov

__________________________________________________________ Name | Moses Yazov __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 19 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | Russian __________________________________________________________ Service | Soviet Army __________________________________________________________ Rank | 2nd Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Recruit __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'4 / 152 cm • Weight | 145 lb / 63.5029 cm • Build | Short and stocky • Hair Colour | Black • Eye Colour | Grey TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | Su-27SM Zhuravlik • Role | Strike Vanguard • Loadout • 1x A-97 Assault Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 2x Arm Blade Motors • Spike Vanes/Blade Vanes Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Quite proficient in hand to hand combat. Uses it to blow off steam. • Keeps a portable CD player on him practically wherever he goes. Owns a large catalog of music, some of it he even paid for. • His most prized possession is his father's old NR-40 combat knife, notable for its all-black blade and hilt. He keeps it in a leather sheath and carries it with him at all times.

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Aggressive • Courageous • Cocky • Insubordinate • Passionate • Deeply Empathetic Moses Yazov is a young and hotheaded warrior who's out to prove himself to the whole world, consequences be damned. He fights and trains with the raw ferocity of someone that's seen their home ransacked and burned, and he's eager to set himself against the Great Enemy that has so ravaged the Russian countryside. His passionate personality and genuine skill in a pilot's seat makes him a difficult ally to work with- he often thinks he knows best even when he clearly doesn't, and he has a tendency to dive head first into danger. Most of his trainers and commanders think he'll be the first to die in any given operation and its only sheer stubbornness that seems to keep him dragging himself back to base every time. Though oft seen as stupidity, there is genuine courage in Yazov's heart- a willingness to put himself between the BETA and his comrades, countrymen and strangers alike. Moses has a hard time showing it a lot of the time, but he cares quite deeply for the people around him. Sometimes it shows itself in him yelling at them or berating them for their mistakes, and other times it appears in the form of him taking a bullet for them. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born on November 6th, 1985 in a Soviet refugee camp far from the front lines, life's cruel realities were presented to Moses right from the beginning. His father was an officer in the Soviet military, fighting against the BETA on the front and rarely ever coming back to visit his family. Letters were all Moses knew of his father when he was a boy. Letters and whatever trinkets from the homeland that he could have shipped back for his son to know him by. It wasn't hard for a young, impressionable born stuck in a grimy camp to form an image of his father in his mind as a legendary hero and a soldier without equal. He often told the other kids in the camp that his dad was the hero of the Union, and he'd save them all from the aliens singlehandedly. By the time he was twelve, he'd only met the man himself a handful of times, and he treasured the memories of each visit like a poor man treasures gold. He was devastated when the news came that his father had committed an unspeakable act. Sources differed wildly. Some said it was an accident- just friendly fire. Others called it a homicide. Whatever the case, Captain Yazov was charged with killing a fellow soldier on the battlefield and sentenced to death. Treason, they called it. He was executed before Moses got the chance to see him again. The boy had never felt such a rage before. It boiled up in his heart and set into his very bones. His behavior shifted radically, and he made himself a fast enemy of many other boys in the refugee camp, getting into scraps with them often over the smallest infractions. His mother did her best to help the boy cope with what happened, but he had lost his hero. He thought the world too unfair, so he lashed out at it. Some time had passed before something had to be done about him. Mrs. Yazov called on an old friend of her husband- a wounded officer turned trainer of TSF pilots by the name of Gregor Barrikad. Gregor pulled some strings and got Moses into his TSF training program, giving the boy a shot at avenging the death of his father in some fashion. The program breathed a new life into him he hadn't felt before. The gargantuan machines felt like a second skin the moment he stepped into one. Moses had piloting in his blood, it would seem, and he dove head first into the program. All of his rage, his passion, was finally given some direction. He used it to drag himself up into the upper echelons of his class. Technical knowledge was always a constant failing of his, given his distaste for reading, but he moved in his machine better than almost anyone he met as a trainee. He came like a fish to water to melee combat in the suits specifically, his weapons acting as extensions of himself. It wasn't long before he had graduated, and they shipped him off to fight. Battle was not like the training. It was bloody, chaotic and messy. Moses nearly died half a dozen times over the course of his very first engagement. Several of his friends lost their lives right in front of him. It may not have shaken his resolve, but it did make sleeping harder. Time passed, and more battles were fought. He became more proficient in the killing, eventually attracting the attention of recruiters for some strange, multi-national battalion the U.N was cooking up. The 212th Tactical Armored Battalion, they called it. Moses wasn't going to pass up that kind of opportunity, so he took what few belongings he had, kissed his mother goodbye, and shipped off to wherever it was they were taking him. So long as he could kill BETA he was happy to be there.

[Arithion Ashvor]

Tristan Bradford

__________________________________________________________ Name | Tristan Bradford __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 27 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | American __________________________________________________________ Service | United States Army __________________________________________________________ Rank | 2nd Lieutenant __________________________________________________________ Experience | Veteran __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5"11 • Weight | 145 lbs. • Build | Average, a little bit above military standards. • Hair Colour | Brown • Eye Colour | Blue TSF __________________________________________________________ [+] • Type | F-15E Strike Eagle • Role | Rush Guard • Loadout • 1x AMWS-21 Combat System Support Assault Gun • 2x AMWS-21 Combat System • 2x CIWS-1A Close Combat Knife Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Tristan often enjoys burning off stress at the local pub or bar. • Pizza is his favorite food. • Enjoys stargazing with a telescope.

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Friendly • Troublesome • Responsible • Shortsighted • Hardworking • Suspicious Tristan is a easy to get along with and understanding pilot. He will keep an open ear for his comrades who sometimes need to vent frustrations; and get the heavy thoughts of their mind. Regardless of the different Nations they serve in this war. Pilots are all teammates to one another through their trouble travels. Of course he does have his own doubts sometimes regarding the politics behind the scenes. Sometimes even voicing his grudges as, these selfish choices of the pencil pushers can and do get soldiers killed for no reason at times. Putting his complaints aside though, his first and foremost duty is to the Flight of pilots he will be working with. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tristan was born in the town of Urbana, in the state of Illinois. On the date of March 7, 1978. Born an only child, Tristan's parents both had careers in the National Guard. Which they were stationed, not far from the nearby town of Urbana. Having been an only child, born into a military family. Tristan didn't have any hardships to speak of growing up. With the occasional spats between other children in school over the normal immature reasons. He had his normal groups of friends and lives relatively peaceful in the center of the US. School was more like a chore to him, than an actual activity he enjoyed. Sometimes finding himself skipping homework, or avoiding classes by hanging outside in the recess yard. He earned a bad reputation as a slacker among the staff at school. As the time at middle school passed and high school approached rapidly. Tristan saw a shift in his focus after his father had a heart to heart conversation with his son. The young boy didn't have plans for the future, he simply wanted to live a peaceful life in America, not bothered by anyone. Left alone to his future job, activities, and maybe family later on. His father, hoping for something more out of his blood, started to pry him with ideas of future careers. Pushing his hopes of Tristan becoming more than what he was able to in his own growing up. Tristan's father was regulated to the National Guard some years after service in the United States Army. With the war against the Beta in full swing, along with Tactical Surface Fighters being a mainstay weapon. The father had tried to apply himself to become a pilot in his later years. He explained to his son that he wasn't able to make the cut for a TSF pilot. Due to his age and relatively low scores that followed him from his lenient years in high school and college. Not wishing to see the same happen to his son. The father made arrangements for his son to see a TSF in person. Visiting the Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Tristan was introduced to the F-4 Phantom, a first generation Tactical Surface Fighter built by the United States. At fourteen years old, the young man became enthralled with the machine. The impression the chassis gave, the power it instilled, and the freedom of flight he witnessed at it took off from the base. It was like a missing piece of the puzzle fell into place. A dramatic change took place over the next four years that Tristan entered high school. The unfocused, lazy, and somewhat trouble making child began to push harder for better grades. No, he didn't settle for just above average he did he upmost to be the best in the class. While he didn't make it to the top honors in his schooling, he didn't at least make it enough to earn some scholarships to trade schools. After graduating from high school, Tristan pursued his career in the military. Joining up with the United States Army and filling to join the Tactical Surface Pilot program. It was a hard road, that introduced the young man to a variety of new elements. He had to learn how to work as a element, a team, put service before self, and war. While his main goal was to learn about TSFs and pilot them. Ultimately it become about how Tristan could help others during the war. Piloting the TSFs gave him great pleasure, it was why he signed up. But now he had a reason to pilot them beyond that. Helping people in the war, engaging the BETA whenever he was assigned a mission. After finishing his training, Tristan was assigned to a garrison base in Japan for his first assignment. Where he took part in the defense against the BETA invasion of 1998. Then was later assigned to the European Front. Where he was hardened in light of the atrocities he witnessed when fighting against the BETA. In light of it though, he stills fights for the betterment of America and it's allies. Being assigned to the 212th Tactical Armored Battalion, as of 2004.