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So Kai...Red Squadron lives!

Gaian Name: Gwathdraug
-General
Name: Jim “Red Ukraine” Eremenko
Age: 29
Height: 5” 7’
Weight: 186 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank: Private

-Psychological
Personality: Jimmy (as he is known to his friends) is a happy go-lucky-type of person. He is extremely inquisitive, so much so that he has often been told by his commanding officer, Corporal Jan (pronounced yahn) Denisov or “Red Siberia”, that he is “prying”.
Likes: Jimmy is a man of his job and its available, he likes pleasures old generation Sci-fi books, soldiering, a good night’s sleep, Altresians and logical puzzles.
Dislikes: Scalpels, naps, crowds and robots.
Goals: Jimmy wants to see the Terrans' lost territories reclaimed and privately hopes to take over Red Squadron when Jan, a sort of father figure to him, is promoted.

-History
Short History: Fourteen years ago when the Earth’s “ardent friends” the Drathonians attempted to wipe out the human race Jimmy was fourteen, it was only two weeks ‘till his birthday and as it was summer he had hoped to go swimming. He went swimming, but not in a lake it was a sea, a sea of people. The panicking crowds of people were almost the death of him, most notably when he was pushed to the ground by a wild eyed woman and he began to be trampled. He was rescued from this grizzly fate by an older man, who picked up his shattered form and carried him out of the dangerous swarm. As the man walked through the crowd he softly spoke to the boy, who had multiple broken bones, he told Jimmy of how his name was Jan and he was a pilot in the military. They boarded the Great Fox, a Mars class destroyer of the Arcturus Battlegroup, and headed towards the truly friendly world of Altres. Life among the refugees was hard, but the Terrans adapted, and Jimmy cherished the days when Jan could sneak him an extra meal. At eighteen he enlisted and trained as a pilot, after he finished basic Jan requested that he be allowed to join the Red Squadron. Jan was now his Corporal and Commander due to the lack of fighter Captains in the Arcturus Battlegroup; Jimmy was christened “Red Ukraine” and worked to his limits. His first combat mission was a joint operation with a branch of the Altresian Crusade Fleet. In the missions ensuing battle the Red Squadron saved a Senior Questioner and his aviator escorts, they were promised a reward for their service to the Holy Empire. Now, we find this fairly young man fighting Drathonian “dog pilots” in the gloomy light of the Ovid system and he has just learned that a flash of light he had barely registered was the dying lights of the Great Fox. Private Jimmy “Red Ukraine” Eremenko and the rest of Red Squadron have just lost their home.
-Notes
Appearance: Jimmy is fairly young; his physical training has left him with no fat on his bones. He has pale skin common to people of northern, more arctic climates. His brown hair is cut in a military fashion and his eyes are pale green. The angular features of his face and his coarse facial hair suggest that he is of Eastern European descent.
Distinguishing characteristics: Jimmy has a closely trimmed beard and wears a charcoal grey flak jacket with “Red Ukraine” on the left shoulder in bold red lettering. When piloting his fighter he wears glare goggles as he believes they help him concentrate.

Ma'am, I don't know you. I've never seen you post, so show me some credentials. Until then, I name you troll!
Edit:
P.S.
Hi Kai!

..........Pilots use numbers, not countries, to order themselves. How is anyone who is not familiar with the squadron to know who the leader is?

Gaian Name:
-General
Name: "Dil" Dilshod "Red Uzbekistan/Red Uz/Uz/Ruze" Ivlivanevya
Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank razz rivate Second Class

-Psychological
Personality: Dilshod is constant joker, and a blatant flirt (he gets it from his mother). His sarcasm, jokes, and just about everything else is his fashion of coping with the stresses of combat, and he likes to share this gift with his squad mates. Whether or not they appreciate, Dilshod cares not. It's what he does, and he's not going to change just because someone doesn't like it. He lives by the motto, "To each his own," never trying to force himself upon others and never letting others force themselves upon him. His abilities as a soldier and pilot can be truly revealed only when Dilshod believes his leader, and he believes strongly in Red Squadron's leader. The only time he'll bend is when it comes to a lady's preferences pertaining to smoking and alcohol. He's a practical thinker, with the a strong mind, but little more than a high school education.
Likes: Pretty, cute, sassy, beautiful, sexy, adorable women. He also enjoys the various little things that may come with nights of ecstasy: alcohol, and cigarettes when the ladies permit.
Dislikes: People who can't take a joke, fanatics of anything, and religion.
Goals: "Peruse" all the women aboard his new home: the Battle Hymn, and keep on living! Those damned Drathonians can't stop me.

-History
Short History: For Dilshod, the Drathonian attack was a midlife crisis. The effect it had on him was minute, for he had no home and no family at the time. However, it did lead him to pursue a military career. It gave him the opportunity for a much better education and the chance to pick up a skill that would be worthwhile after the war. It wasn't until he was twenty years of age that he realized this war probably wouldn't be over until after he was dead and gone. That seemed all more likely when he took up a position as a pilot. It seemed that his skills as a pickpocketing street urchin in Moscow were equally valuable in the form of reflexes and a keen wit in the cockpit. In fact, he's very good with his hands in general and just four years ago began learning to maintain his own ship. His hands, although somewhat rough to the touch, also give amazing massages, or so the ladies have told him.

-Notes
Appearance: For a short guy, Dilshod is well built and finely sculpted. He began bodybuilding to defend himself from the rowdier Marines, and although he rarely has to do that anymore, he takes pride in maintaining his muscles. His hair is blond, cropped to military standards, and his eyes are a soft blue--making it easier to lure in the ladies, he says.
Distinguishing characteristics: A uniquely styled tattoo of the number '42' in black ink on his left shoulder blade and a phrase in Sanskrit running down half of his spine, also in black ink.

Gwauth... nobody is trying to breach your squad's com network.


And they never will.







Also, I'd assume the squadron DOES have enumerations, but they forego it for their "call-signs," AKA the countries.

Ruze is Accepted. But, you run the risk of me killing off one of your other characters now, BB.

I have decided to go with bridge crew!

Gaian Name: Straken Lord Riverine
-General
Name: Alphonse Meric
Age: 20
Height: 6' 2”
Weight: 163lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Bridge Crew
Rank: Lance Corporal

-Psychological
Personality: Alphonse quite often comes off as being snide and arrogant, and as a matter of fact he is snide and arrogant. Having spent most of his childhood alone and otherwise in a very sheltered environment, Alphonse lacks many basic social skills. He sees people more as obstacles or obstructions than as fellow human beings.
Likes: Order, correctly worn uniforms, acknowledgment for his accomplishments, fencing
Dislikes: Chaos, being talked down to, being contradicted, wrestling
Goals: To rise through the ranks and become a high seeded officer.

-History
Short History: Alphonse grew up in a way that many would call 'pampered'. His father works as a chairman on the board of trustees for ARWW, a large supplier of military goods for the Terran Republic, and his mother works as a secretary for the same firm. With his father frequently going on business trips and his mother working long hours, Alphonse spent most of his childhood alone with only servants for company. This resulted in him developing a sense of contempt for the other children who got to grow up with parents and friends. But he did not enjoy feeling envious for the lower class, and decided that instead of feeling jealous of what they had, he would work hard so that he could take what he had and rub it in their face.
All through school, Alphonse was at the top of his class at the private school he attended, and also worked as the Student Council President; a role he did not particularly like, but he did not like the idea of settling for second best. One day during school a military recruiter came by to give a presentation to the students, and it was at this time that Alphonse had an epiphany. Instead of working to become head of a corporation, as he had originally planned, where he could only directly influence the lives of a few; he would instead work towards becoming an officer in the military where he could influence the lives of many. He told his parents of his intentions of joining the military and made them agree to let him send in an application to Prestige Valley Naval Academy, a very prestigious and well respected army academy that would surely give him a head start towards his goals.
A few years later when he turned sixteen he was sent off to the Academy. At Prestige he worked diligently on his school work, and felt a little disappointed at just how easy it was for him to maintain a place at the top of his class throughout his four years at the school. At the time of his graduation he was among the group of students who received offers to be placed in officer positions within the Terran Navy. Alphonse took the offer in a heartbeat.
Now, about a month after his graduation, the paper work has gone through and Alphonse has been assigned to the bridge of the Hymn, the flagship of the Terran armada, as a crew member.
-Notes
Appearance: Alphonse has a tall, thin body without much muscle tone. He has a pale complexion and a thin face. He has medium length blond hair, and dark blue eyes.
Distinguishing characteristics: He always looks bored and disinterested.

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