Age: 29 Height: 5"9 Weight: 190lbs Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet Stuttgart
Background Information: Space, I was always interested in it, for as long as I can remember anyway. My father was a basic pilot for a police patrol in the Hamburg system. I would usually wait days at a time for him to come back, so he could share with me his tales of adventure. Well, that was until I was 8, because something horrible happened that was burned into my brain and will never be removed. Two men, in plain, black suits came to the door. They knocked twice, the kind of sad knock you would expect coming from people who had just lost a loved one, and had temporarily lost all liking of living. My mother opened the door, thinking it was my father, but it wasn't. They asked if they could come in, but my mother did not want them to, because she knew what they were going to tell her. She started shouting, screaming for him to come back, saying it must of all just been a dream. But, as the two men calmed my mother down, they said to her.
"Were so sorry for your husbands tragic death."
They started saying the usual things that would be said to a newly formed widow, but then they said something that took me and my mother by suprise.
"Actually, we are not sorry, because, we were the ones who killed him. We are the Red Hessians."
They pulled out guns on my mother. She tried to fight them off, picked up a photoframe with my father's picture in it and waved it at them, screaming at them to leave her alone. They did not. They shot her down, one by one I watched as each bullet impacted into my mothers cold and lifeless body. She eventually collapsed, holding close to her the frame with my father's picutre in it. And then they turned towards me. I instinctively ran toward the door, my head clouding with thoughts about what to do now, my brain thinking of things to do and instinctively turning them down. I could barely hear the guns firing as a ran out into the street, turning toward the Rhienland Police Academy. The Hessian's did not follow me, they turned toward the landing docks and left.
When the real Rheinland officials arrived at my old house, to tell my mother about my fathers tragic death, they found her dead. The Hessian's had managed to escape, by the time they had sealed off the landing dock they had already left.
After that, i was never the same again. I was in the average's of my class by the end of High School. When my parents had died i was taken into a foster family, who were horrible to me and obviously did not like the idea of having to keep me for 10 more years. As soon as i was 18 they kicked me out, not caring that i had barely any money, and no objects of value. All i had were the clothes on my back, and one family photo, of my real family. My mother and father were there, and they were holding me tightly against the cold, to keep me warm, to protect me.
I went to training school, and was given an excellent grade in my flight exams. I used my anger at my parents death into my flying, and they said i was the most aggressive pilot they had seen in the whole class. I left at the age of 26, and for the last 3 years i have been working in a basic Rheinland Military Valkyrie patrol unit.
But now, i believe i am ready. I am ready for the Chancellors front line.
Basic Personality Traits: A quiet, quick-thinking pilot who incorporates his anger into his flying. When using his anger he can be extremely aggresive. But, he uses his head to think up the enemies weak points, and uses his full rage against that. He evens up the odds, and is not cocky.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.