Character Hans Vitel

[Hans Vitel]

Hans Vitel​

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  NAME: Hans Vitel
  FACTION: New Imperial Order
  RANK: Second Lieutenant
  
  Imperial Starfighter Corps
  SPECIES: Human
  AGE: 26
  SEX: Male
  HEIGHT: 6'1
  WEIGHT: 180 lbs.
  EYES: Blue
  HAIR: Brown
  SKIN: pale
  FORCE SENSITIVE: No
  SHIP: TIE/HF
  Credit for Profile: Pluperfect
  
  
• HISTORY:
  
  Serenno. Growing up on the planet, he only knew the rule of the empire for most of his life. Living in a family of humble people just scrapping by to make ends meet. Going to school he would drink the words and ideas of imperial propaganda. His mind being filled with promises of a better more orderly galaxy. A galaxy of safety, one at threat at the hands of anarchists and radical fanatics constantly wanting to threaten the safety of everyone and drive the galaxy into a state of incomprehensible madness.
  
  That was the background noise that dominated his upbringing, though in his heart was the open blue sky and beyond. Dreams of being carried to the stratosphere and beyond, having absolute freedom in the skies able to go wherever he pleased... It captured a passion in him that was undying. Playing with models, looking up and saluting the TIE fighter formations that flew over head day in and day out on his way to school, he would always wonder what it was like to have the sky as his domain. He knew he wanted to be up there. He would read media of dashing fighter pilots going up against insurmountable odds and vanquishing the enemy, listen to interviews and hearing them describe the sensations of G-forces slamming them into their seats as they felt the immense power of their craft, the calculating mindsets they got into in a dog fight and that feeling of being on the very edge of control and riding it for maximum performance. As a child it would make Hans' imagination run wild.
  
  In his teen years he would get a chance to restore an old airspeeder with his dad and spend hours flying in it and experiencing the open sky. The humble vehicle giving him what he craved for so long and now turning that passion into a vision for his future. He knew that he wanted to experience more than what his airspeeder could give him. He wanted to be able to touch both the sky and space in a fighter. School came easy for him as he directed everything he could towards getting himself into the imperial flight academy. Every lesson and assignment was done so he could reach that and find himself piloting the craft that his heroes flew.
  
  In university and the academy professors would fill him with dogma and ideals for what being a pilot would mean and what serving the empire stood for. Like many of his generation he was brainwashed and lead along a path he didn't realize he could deviate from. The Empire was true, The Empire meant best for the galaxy and the war he may fight in would be one where the honorable empire would show it's superiority and righteousness.
  
  Graduating with top honors he was quickly placed into a TIE squadron and pressed into service. The reality of serving the empire began to clash with his expectations. Pilots were expendable cogs, not honored knights. Dashing acts of bravery weren't rewarded, they were snuffed in favor of unyielding obedience. The Empire wasn't making the galaxy safe, it was subjugating them through fear. Worst of all, his other idealistic school mates would begin to die around him, and suffer. Those that survived were scarred. He watched as more and more young fools would come in to fill out the gaps created by the slaughtered. As he survived and began to command a squadron of his own. After one mission where he witnessed the imperial forces fire bomb a surrendering city he had an epiphany.
  
  Did these kids know why they were really fighting?
  
  He couldn't let himself be used, so he turned in his imperial wings and was discharged. He would wander the Galaxy from place to place, seeing other ways of rule besides the empire and talking to people curious what they believed in, what they stood for. Yet all the time he couldn't escape the feeling that everyone idealistic was just being peddled dogma and robbed of their ability to think. In his experience he found that people were at their best when they were left to manage themselves. Still he needed a way to live so turning to his old passion he would get a fighter and take to the skies. Now he knew that he was fighting purely for a paycheck, crushing compared to his older ideals but at least now he wasn't lying to himself. So is the life of Hans Vitel, wandering from planet to planet, playing his quetarra at local cantinas taking whatever will pay him and keep him afloat.
  
  
• Appearance:
  
  
  Spoiler: Underneath the Helmet

  

  
  Note: Hans pictured to the left, a fellow member of his old squadron pictured to the right (deceased).
  
  Hans is typically seen wearing a flight suit when flying but off world he often just sheds down to his basic undersuit with a bomber jacket worn over and maybe a scarf. He has short brown hair that would be in line with most military standards and is clean shaven.
  
  
• Gear
  
  ARMOR: Artemis Flight Suit
  
  WEAPONS:
  
  Sidearm: [https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/kxr-sfp-60x-particle-beam-pistol.135835/]SFP-60x[/url]
  
  OTHER: Quetarra
  
  Pack of Cigarras
  
  
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• PROS & CONS (Required: 2 Cons Minimum) :
  Pros:
  
  Hotshot behind the stick: Hans is a very capable, skilled and experienced pilot. In some ways when he's piloting a fighter it often becomes an extension and means of expressing himself.
  
  Sees through the Bantha crap: Hans doesn't take things at face, and will never let himself get manipulated again. He has a very cynical, analytical eye as a result at seeing how things are used to convince people.
  
  I'd figured you say that, this is gonna cost you extra: Being a Merc Hans has learned how to argue and bid for what he's worth, even if he may come off as callous when it comes to pay.
  
  Quetarra Musician: While it came later in life and doesn't have the same vigor as flying Hans has found refuge in this eight stringed instrument. In a way the songs he plays with this instrument speak more about his soul then any conversation with him.
  
  Cons:
  
  Heart bled dry: Having his preconceptions about the world so thoroughly crushed as his in the past has made him incredibly cynical. Often times his curt and brash cynicism and lack of caring is actually a mask for how wounded he is emotionally.
  
  Authority is Tyranny: Hans struggles heavily with following the commands and orders of anyone above him trying to speak from a position of superiority. He prefers to do things his way and his way only