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Full name: Will "Vatman" Williams
Age: 30 Y.O.
Place of birth: Planet Curacao
Current nationality: Free Denizen of Sirius Note: Enlistment within the Crayter Military will grant you citizenship within the Crayter Republic after 2 years of service.
Personal background: Will Williams, a.k.a. Vatman at your services. I go way back, I've been in the ranks of the Crayter for many years now. Not all of them have been smooth. I was on active duty up until four years ago, but alas, I got shot down over Leeds. While I did survive, I had sustained serious injuries. Luckily, I made a full recovery. Thank god for modern medicine and cybernetics. Got a brand new leg, arm, spleen and an eye to boot. I've been released and cleared for combat and I'm ready to once again hop in a Nyx and lay down the hurt on our enemies, wherever they may roam.
Now, my past isn't exactly a secret, but I will sum it up. I was born and raised on Curacao. I had a great childhood, despite the fact that my family wasn't very rich. We had a small farm and we made by with what we grew, the rest we sold. Unfortunately, we were usurped out of our land by some asshole who wanted to build a golf resort or something. Later, as we found out, it turned out to be a front for a drug den. The guy pushed cardamine to rich folks, making millions out of them. My folks found good jobs on Curacao and they are still there. Dad was a technician and Mother was a maid in a hotel. However, I couldn't just, you know, fit in. I was used to being my own boss and I wasn't going to have some rich spoiled brat boss me around. So I did the only logical thing. Nicked a ship, made a run for the Taus. Rumor was, good cash was to be earned for people who were willing and able to bag a few outcasts. Now, I had my fair share of street fights as a kid, I broke noses, no problem. But this was something else. I couldn't do it by myself. So, I went and signed up with the CR. It was hell back then. The Outcasts were much more hell bent on erradicating us, but we never gave them an inch. Tau-44 was our fortress and no outcast left the system in one piece. But eventually, we got overran. And no thanks to the Outcasts. Once again, I was usurped out of my home. I was fumind mad. I resigned and went back to Bounty Hunting. I got as far as the Edge Worlds. The Core paid well, but something was a miss. One day I got out of bed, packed my crap and left. Yuma was my destination. Upon my arrival, I signed up with the Crayter military and things went back to normal. Since then, it's been the same circle of shooting people down, getting shot down myself, etc etc. It's the life I know and love. Plus, Coronado's pretty close to Cortez and I get to visit my folks.
Military/Para-military background:
You name it, I do it. Pilot? No problems. Foot soldier? Been there, done that. Recon behind enemy lines? Hell yeah.
Combat skills: I can slice, I can dice. I can fly fighters, bombers, freighters and transports. I've also been in command of an entire battlegroup at one point, so that's not new for me either.
Reasons for enlisting: My fighting spirit ain't dead yet. It's time to get back into the meatgrinder and crack open a few sabres.