One stormy day on Leeds, two Bretonians board a transport. Destination; New York. All is quiet as the Percheron Westly slips through New London, until it reaches the Manchester jump gate. Flanking it are two very large, very dangerous Corsair bombers. Realizing that it's now or never, the captain mashes the thruster control and throws the ship into the gate. Manchester side, the Westly's hull is buckling. Nanobots sew up the damage, but they still have to venture through Cortez. The captain grits his teeth and charges the cruise engines, leading the ship into an anticlimactic but safe journey to Liberty. As captain lets of the passengers, he beckons to the two Britonians. "Why 're ye leavin' old Briton?" He yells in his lower-class Scottish accent.
"For Blake" Samantha Owen responds, teary eyed.
The two-month-old Blake Owen was, in fact, not the only reason. Piracy was rampant in Bretonia, and the pirates where targeting BMM, in which James Owen was employed. Every time he tried to make a trading run from Dublin, he would almost certainly be attacked. Now that he had a son to take care of, he had to think more about preserving his own life. Additionally, he feared other people he knew would be targeted. Deciding the only responsible thing to do would be to work at PlanetForm in Liberty, he bought three tickets and left in the above described journey.
Blake Owen quickly grew as any Brit-Yank hybrid would, losing his accent and keeping tea time. His personality was somewhat modeled after his father's. Normally quiet, reserved, and calculating, but occasionally emotions caused him to do less-than-logical things, particularly when his strong sense of responsibility came into play. He once tried to tackle North Los Angeles High School's star plasmaball player for picking on a freshman. (His classmates would note that despite the blood and bruises, he put up a surprisingly good fight.) After graduating above average in school, he went to West Point for one reason; to fly for Bretonia. A soon as he had completed all of his advanced starfighter command and piloting courses, he dropped out. Had he stayed to complete the the other half of the required capitol ship and ground forces command classes, he would have graduated with honors. Instead, he bought the nearest Starflier and sped to New London. In a nutshell, he walked past the "Carina, Regina, Imperatrix" sign and joined up. Currently, he's an officer in the BAF flying a fighter and a bomber in defense of Bretonia and her allies.
Musical Interests: Prefers ancient Earth "Rock" from the 1970s, plays the piano
Hobbies: He is known to collect a odd pieces of art from anywhere, be it Corsair, Bretonian, or even Nomad in origin. He reads, listens to music, and generally hangs around with the blokes from the BAF. For exercise, he practices Judo.
Hometown: North Los Angeles
Grade Point Average in high school: 3.68
Skills: In addition to piloting, he is a somewhat competent mechanic.