Name: Dante Villiers
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5 11
Weight: 180 lbs.
Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time (UTC-5h)
S-KYP3 callsign: coltkirkpatrick
I, Dante Villiers, was born on planet Los Angeles to Mathius and Excella Villiers in the Harbor District Hospital in San Francisco County in 799 A.S. I lived out my early childhood in my familys house, exploring the neighborhood, and visiting some of the older farms. My father worked as a freelance trader, and my mother worked in the Synth Foods plant until I was born. Both of my parents refused to leave the Planet Los Angeles despite the tough times and the food shortage, and although times had improved by the time I was born, they never let me forget the lessons of hard work and determination that had helped them ride out the famine. I was adventurous as a child, and at seven years old, I learned how to scuba dive and my best friend, Joshua Canton and I would often spend our spare time exploring the massive oceans that cover Los Angeles along. My little brother, Ishmael, was born shortly after my 8th birthday and, appearances to the contrary, we got along very well together and he was often included in our dive trips. The three of us became very close and we would sometimes sneak out while our parents were vacationing and borrow the family starflier. I always drove, because I was the best pilot of the three of us, and we would sit by the tradelanes and watch as the gigantic transports came by and, on rare occasions, the spectacular starfights between the police and the various bandits that were foolish enough to combat them. We often talked about what we would do and who we would be while we watched, although such conversations were kept among the three of us. Ishmael wanted to be a trader like my father, as he always loved watching the mastodons fly in and out of California space. Joshua would often rebuke my brother for his love of the huge ships, saying that he could not stand to look at them. Joshua had always been fascinated with the idea of joining the navy, ever since he had seen the golden angels perform above Manhattan (or so he told us). It was his enrapturing narratives that first sparked my interest in the navy, although I considered it only a passing whim at the time. I always admired Josh though, who was better than me in nearly every regard. He was an excellent student, an award winning athlete, and exceedingly friendly. And so, when he begged me to go to West Point with him, I just couldnt say no. I soon regretted my decision, as I was a poor student and was consistently reprimanded by my officers and instructors for my lack of motivation and discipline. By the end of my second year I had every intention of dropping out of West Point and finding some new line of work, but that changed when Josh died. In the summer of my second year at West Point, my best friend was killed while traveling to Los Angeles to visit his family. The authorities never learned who attacked the trade line and no one was ever charged. It never mattered to me who attacked the trade lane, only that someone had, and that it had cost me the greatest friend I have ever known. The man that I had grown up with, gone flying with, gone to school with, who was better than anyone else and yet only dreamed of helping others was gone. It was then that I devoted myself to fulfilling the role he should have played, as nothing else could come close to sufficiently honoring his memory. Throughout the rest of my time at the academy I was the most motivated, diligent, and hardworking cadet anyone knew. I am now nearing graduation, and seek acceptance into the Liberty Navy in order to better serve and protect people like Josh. I urge you to consider my request carefully and eagerly await assignment.
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