Fly High
NAME: Daz Farlander
FACTION: Galactic Alliance
RANK: Lieutenant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
EYES: Amber
HEIGHT: 5'8
HAIR: Black
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
UNIT: Green Squadron (formerly), Phantom Group (currently)
[+] Pilot: Although not a master at it like some of his peers, Daz has his experience flying. It's become second nature to him, he's like a leaf being carried by the wind.
[+] Quick Thinker: Daz is good on his feet and quick in his mind. Piloting comes with all sorts of dangers so quick thinking to help dodge a bit of debris comes naturally to Daz.
[+] Mechanic: It's what he originally signed up to do, what he had his eyes on first. Daz is handy around a hydrospanner, maybe even better than one of the actual mechanics on board.
[-] Clumsy: Daz's quick thinking goes well most of the time, but can some times end up leading to dumb ideas and even dumber actions.
[-] Tunnel Vision: A specific task is what Daz is great at following, yet thinking outside of the box is not really his strong suit. He'll mainly stick on course with one objective until told to do something else.
BIOGRAPHY:
Daz's first choice was not to become a pilot. It was instead to be a stockbroker, like his father. His father always oversaw Daz, he was always there for him when he was needed. Daz grew up in Coronet City, Corellia. Anyone born there basically had a 95% chance to become a pilot due to the planet's large history. Yet that 5% was where his father was at, so it would be where he followed. Daz looked up to his father immensely, and of course, wanted to be like him. The average class citizen. As much as that seemed acceptable for Daz, fate had other plans.
Daz had his run-in with air speeders and small transports, getting his chance behind the joystick a couple of times but not that often. Other kids would be excited out of their minds, but not Daz. He never truly saw the excitement behind it. Yet. As he grew older, his attention would fade away from small transports and fall upon fighters. X-Wings, A-Wings, small cruisers, the works. As he learned about them in schools, his intrigue for the interworkings of them grew, and his ambition changed. From the stockbroker to the mechanic. Now, fixing these fighters from nearly destroyed to complete battle-ready was his dream, and its what led him to the Galactic Alliance.
From what Daz had heard, the Galactic Alliance had already seen some big events, and pilots lined up at their door to fight for their cause. And it would be the hotspot for mechanics and shipwrights alike. Following this change of heart, Daz went to Coruscant on his father's wishes and started his new adventure. Although his dream of being a mechanic was front and center, in the back of his head wandered the idea of becoming a pilot, fighting along those who sail across the stars. Very intriguing, but wasn't the main objective. He had to stay on course. Time went on, and no experience gained. He had been sure that Courscant out of all places would be the place to start, but no luck came to him. That's when the secondary vision started to become clearer and clearer. On an imaginary dare, he applied to the local flight academy to see if he would even be accepted to fly. If he wasn't accepted, it was back to Corellia to start again. And to his surprise (not really) he was accepted.
After graduation, his new adventures as a pilot began. Daz figured out that he had a deep love for deep space and the things that inhabited it. It was interesting and sometimes scary to see the things that he could find, different creatures, and such. He was enlisted into the Galactic Alliance as a brand spanking new Lieutenant. He was assigned to his new squadron, Green Squadron, and ran different missions with them. His first tastes of combat were exciting and blood rushing, he could see what those kids would get excited about every time they rode the air speeder. They wanted to be in Daz's exact position. It was intense and required a clear head and smooth way of thinking, but Daz got the hang of it soon enough. Enough skill to to keep himself alive, which was all he was looking for. After a small number of combat runs with Green Squadron, the Top Brass was changing people's position around to make room for newer pilots, and Daz was one of those people. He was more experienced so it was time they moved him into a squad of a higher caliber. It is here where we find Daz today...
ROLEPLAYS:
CHAPTER I - NEW SKIES
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Daz had his run-in with air speeders and small transports, getting his chance behind the joystick a couple of times but not that often. Other kids would be excited out of their minds, but not Daz. He never truly saw the excitement behind it. Yet. As he grew older, his attention would fade away from small transports and fall upon fighters. X-Wings, A-Wings, small cruisers, the works. As he learned about them in schools, his intrigue for the interworkings of them grew, and his ambition changed. From the stockbroker to the mechanic. Now, fixing these fighters from nearly destroyed to complete battle-ready was his dream, and its what led him to the Galactic Alliance.
From what Daz had heard, the Galactic Alliance had already seen some big events, and pilots lined up at their door to fight for their cause. And it would be the hotspot for mechanics and shipwrights alike. Following this change of heart, Daz went to Coruscant on his father's wishes and started his new adventure. Although his dream of being a mechanic was front and center, in the back of his head wandered the idea of becoming a pilot, fighting along those who sail across the stars. Very intriguing, but wasn't the main objective. He had to stay on course. Time went on, and no experience gained. He had been sure that Courscant out of all places would be the place to start, but no luck came to him. That's when the secondary vision started to become clearer and clearer. On an imaginary dare, he applied to the local flight academy to see if he would even be accepted to fly. If he wasn't accepted, it was back to Corellia to start again. And to his surprise (not really) he was accepted.
After graduation, his new adventures as a pilot began. Daz figured out that he had a deep love for deep space and the things that inhabited it. It was interesting and sometimes scary to see the things that he could find, different creatures, and such. He was enlisted into the Galactic Alliance as a brand spanking new Lieutenant. He was assigned to his new squadron, Green Squadron, and ran different missions with them. His first tastes of combat were exciting and blood rushing, he could see what those kids would get excited about every time they rode the air speeder. They wanted to be in Daz's exact position. It was intense and required a clear head and smooth way of thinking, but Daz got the hang of it soon enough. Enough skill to to keep himself alive, which was all he was looking for. After a small number of combat runs with Green Squadron, the Top Brass was changing people's position around to make room for newer pilots, and Daz was one of those people. He was more experienced so it was time they moved him into a squad of a higher caliber. It is here where we find Daz today...
ROLEPLAYS:
CHAPTER I - NEW SKIES
[Completed: 0] [Incomplete: 0] [In Progress: 1]
- Hanger Talk - Daz talks with Major Rhyssa Quillan and Commander Olen Halcorr while trying to desperately repair an X-Wing.
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