Character Name: Dane Abraven
Age: 22
Species:
Desert FoxAppearance: Dane is is a overall average figure in both build and height with the color tan being the dominating color to his fur. He also carries a scar on his forehead but hides it with a patrol BDU cap most of the time which is probably one of the few things unique to him aside from the crimson red eyes he had inherited from his father. What he wears varies depending on the situation, but when deployed he either wears the airman's jumpsuit or the LDF BDU but will always make sure he has his plate carrier when he is flying which is one significant thing that sets him apart from Kensington compared to the senior airman's assault vest. Oh and he loves aviators... A lot.
Personality: Dane is an overall timid and quiet individual with a variety of exceptions. In some circumstances where there is a more laid back surrounding or the higher ranks aren't present he might open up, and when he needs to talk he isn't hesitant in doing so. He usually carries that professional image though with a lot of respect for his superiors like any other soldier. On top of that he carries that brotherhood mindset with those he works with, working for their well being in his heart despite any decision he makes being bad or good. When it comes to decision making he 'usually follows orders' but always has that gut feeling deep inside with the warrior's influence being the primary factor that guides him.
Personal History: Dane was a more urban person during his childhood, experiencing the technology, the fun, and the media that surrounded him during that time. With urban society though comes it's flaws and bad parts of town which he had been exposed to for a good portion of his life. Despite having no father and a mother that was buried with her job he was always that 'good guy' on the block; fighting for the younger folks and being respectful to those who weren't total douchebags on the streets. It got him into a lot of trouble, with disciplinary referrals to even a moment where he was almost hauled off to jail and put on the books as a criminal. To society he was one of those troubled kids; a lost cause to the 'hood environment' that surrounded him.
With such a bad label and a bad neighborhood, the desert fox was dead set on proving everyone around him wrong. With his brother's words and a daily news broadcast that showed the world outside his street he soon found a drive to leave the struggle around him and become something that was more significant than some warehouse worker or some store assistant. That answer came to him in his PADD as he checked for messages. When he looked in one day he noticed an advertisement about the LDF and after weeks of contemplating he embraced the idea of being a military man but more or so the idea of being a pilot like in a movie called 'fly dogs' he had watched prior to signing up.
During training he proved to be a great fly boy and a great soldier overall, but in some cases he was cited for deviating from his orders and even defying them despite the specific action he took. With that weighing him down he was probably never going to see a decent fight in his life, that was until a request for a co-pilot came in, and supervisors with a lack of faith in the division it came from decided to just throw someone who they deemed dispensable their way. He knew it, but kept quiet about it, dead set on taking this opportunity to prove those damned supervisors wrong.
Weapons and Equipment: The co pilot carries the same pistol as Kensington with three spare clips resting in their pouches on his utility belt. Depending on the situation his equipment can vary, but if the odds are in favor and he manages to get his pack he has a smoke grenade, three flares, a minor disruption device (So to help him avoid any hostile search parties), a distress beacon, three packets of field dressing along with a morphine and epipherine autoin-jector, and food and drink to help him survive.
ROUNDED UP INTO LIST[Survival Pack]:
1x Smoke Grenade
3x Signal Flares
1x Minor Disruption Device (To aid in avoiding being detected by hostile search parties)
1x Distress Beacon
3x Field Dressing
1x Epipherine Auto-injector
1x Morphine Auto-injector
Food and drink
If odds aren't in his favor he will be reduced to his handgun, his plate carrier, and his headset along with an extra pair of aviator glasses (cus you gotta look good even if you die)
ROUNDED INTO LIST[Carried regularly]:
3x T20 Handgun Clips
1x T20 Handgun (Refer to Kensington's CS)
1x Plate Carrier (Protects from handgun caliber rounds)
1x Headset
1x Extra Glasses.
Personal Theeme
