Right, makes sense. The character I was thinking of doesn't get on well with OCs, Junkers or Gallics....or come to think of it many other unlawfuls thanks to his good standing with Bretonia and Corsairs.
It was a specific RP rep for a FL that is mostly for cruising around/escorting (not mercing). I'm wondering if this might be too restrictive for the group (and annoying in terms of NPCs)...although it's a good basis for a strong character.
Anyway, have a Crow and an Ahoudori for this character. If you think he's suitable I'll put up a more in depth background. Also, feel free to PM or add me to skype (dio_1202).
Joao is a veteran freelance fighter pilot, who flew before and during the nomad war. Over the course of the war he flew along side legitimate Rheinland forces, the Corsairs he once knew and others besides. Flying freelance had never been about money for Joao, but for the freedom to go almost anywhere. His loyalties have shifted little since her first took to space.
As the war went on, Joao eventually gathered a ragged mercenary wing, most of which was shot down in unknown space during a desperate mission. Much later Joao and some of his wingmen were finally rescued and brought back to the know parts of Sirius.
Once back home, they gathered together to crew the gunboat The Diomedes, largely flying as peacefully as possible in an attempt to make their fortunes as a specialty courier and escort ship. They were a guarded bunch and old enemies remained, but were never sought.
Apart from standing as helmsman on The Diomedes, Joao always maintained his own fighter, something that could take away the itch to fly fast and at no one's behest. One such day Joao flew to Barrier Gate, not looking for much of anything in particular. He found himself sharing drinks with freelancers of all stripes, stories going round the circle. When it was Joao's turn he shared short anecdotes from the war and that story about the crazy automated probe a passing scientist had once pawned off on him, leaving him to chase the thing through the helium clouds of Pennsylvania to the amusement of onlooking miners.
A group of similar pilots, in it together to make a living and just live on. It sounded like a great idea. And in the back of Joao's mind he knew if it ever came right down to it they would be more likely to survive connected than separate. He still had duties with his old wingmen and The Diomedes, but when he got that itch to fly apart from them, he could surely do so with this, concourse.
Sounds neat. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with. I wish you the best. I just hope you can do it without being sucked into the politics that factions normally have.
~Leo
P.S. Nice Lackadaisy avatar there, great webcomic.
Leo, being caught up in politics is the LAST thing I'd be seen doing (I'm an anarchist, after all). Besides, this is meant for fun.
Last I checked, politics weren't fun. All they do is take everyone's good time down a dark alley, beat it with the logistical stick then leave them to bleed out in bills and...
Alright, kinda lost my way there.
Anyway, if I may speak for the group, we'll try to stay away from all that pseudo-political stuff that flies around whenever someone's ego gets hurt.
PS: I know, right? Awesome webcomic, am I right?
Also, Kaiwren, violence may be the question, but frankly we (The Concourse) are not here to say yes to it.
<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>
Namei was born 22 years ago in one of the bustling metropolises of planet Manhattan. He was only child in his family and he grew up without a father what was difficult for such an emotional kid he was.
During his teenage years he had a lot of trouble with school authorities because of poor school attendance.
Nah, he wasnt stupid he just thought school is useless. In age of 16 he realized that school is not preparing him for harsh life - "Outside". He was a free spirit.
Nevertheless he grew up to become a good and smart young man.
After graduating he and one of his good friends just hitch-hiked around the world - they wanted to see people, places - to do something. They didnt want to kill their spirits in routine jobs.
But all good things come to an end, so did "undiscovered" places at planet Manhattan. That means one thing - space! Sirius!
Ok! They hitch-hiked next freighter with only things what they had on themselves, and what little money they had.
So they visited countless planets and space stations, and of course made a quick cred by smuggling if money was good.
Time went by so did their ideals. It was like space, different people, different planets and places corrupted them.
Making them more brutal to other people and trying to smuggle more illegal goods in greater quantities, synth paste wasnt good enough for them.
Then something stinky hit the fan, when his friend whom they both conquered universe, who was like brother to him changed. He tied up with Gaian radicals at planet Leeds. Slowly his friends ideals were changed by Gaian ones. They started to do "delivery" missions for Gaians, which were too-good-to-be-true rewarded.
Namei felt that he is slowly losing his friend. There is no freedom in cause.
They had many mutual confrontations about his friends new political ideals, but there was final confrontation too.
After that one Namei had it, he was full of anger and rage, he felt betrayed. So he took his share of wealth which they "earned" by smuggling and left Islay base on some smugglers ship.
He woke up at planet Houston, and stayed, searching. Searching for peace and happiness in cheap drinks and women. But peace he didnt found, only misery. He wandered days across Houstons small, barren town bars and brothels. His mind was dim, and his spirit broken into tiny little pieces.
After few days of self-destruction, and needless to say with almost no money left, he sat down and started to think. He thought about everything, about his friends at Manhattan, his mother, about damn politics, about navies and pirates, heh and even corporations. All of them acting like cats and dogs chasing each other, so useless.. so dark and dirty like whores selling out to each other - heh thats "cause" i guess.
"Meh.. somehow now this all makes sense, maybe I'm too drunk.. to hell with them all! There is just me.. and those... who I care about!"- Namei said to himself. So he stood up, went to bed. Next morning to shipyard. He bought cheapest ship he could afford after "great search", and some oxygen balloons. Well oxygen he sold of course. So he started working, mining, trading. Step by step, further and higher, nights and days, weeks, months.
One year later, after "revival", he had his own Percheron transport ship. Yeah, he felt good. He had a good ship, hefty bank account and more importantly his spirit. His freedom.
And now, yes now, he was finally ready to meet Manhatten, everyone he left behind.
First he met all his friends, they all somehow managed to be just like they were.
When finally he took a "bravery pill" and met his mother.. she was surprised he was even alive, but nevertheless incredibly happy to see Namei.. For his surprise she remarried and had.. Uhm lets say that Namei has little sister now.
That was a good feeling for Namei and he felt quite overconfident, so when he said goodbyes, to his relatively new relatives, he went and prepared his ship for another trading run.
But Namei had a great mood so he thought couple of beers couldnt hurt -:"Well, if I'm too much of the way I always have autopilot, or should I buy..".
Eh music was nice, beer was good, but somehow inadvertenly he heard some pilots speaking about someone named Concourse.. No they were a group of pilots who.. enjoyed life, who didnt gave a Flying ship about politics and Co. And here he was - shocked but with strange feeling - that he is not alone. So he being very, uhm, timid asked them what this Concourse is..
No one really knows what happened next, but bartender didnt have any liquor when.. talks ended.
It seems your soul searching has paid off. Haven't met a guy like you in a while. There's at least one thinker in every group. And I think, since you are young, I might be able to show you a few tricks in a fighter simulation once you get a little more experience. In any case let us not get ahead of ourselves. Cheers to you, sir. And welcome to the Concourse.