[PC] Kyle

[J.K.Mosher]

Here's the character I have come up with. If he needs tweaks let me know.
The post afterwards is what I was going to use as my first in the game post . . .

[J.K.Mosher]

Kyle
Ex-Con/Space Jockey (Pilot) Wanna-Be

Kyle knew he had a temper, and a bad one. He also knew how to keep it in check until that one day . . . the day the fragged his whole career. He had always loved and wanted to fly and given the chance he'd have flown anything hauler,cruiser, freighter . . . but he preferred and wanted the speed and the feel of the stub fighters.

But all that changed with one mistake . . . they said it was justifiable but he would still have to pay for the crime . . . he should have just taken him to the authorities . . . but what that Captain did to that little girl . . . the airlock was so close . . . he wish he could remember it all, but at the same time he doesn't want to. . . regardless the damage was done. No flight career, no chance to join Fleet, not even any real training.

Prison taught him to play things close to the chest, and to watch his own back. . . it also taught him he wasn't getting into a pilot's chair ever . . . he had the natural skills, maybe not the best of the best but he was passable and could have been great . . . until his mistake.

He had to get off the stations, and to some place that could give him a chance to start fresh, maybe even into a pilot's chair . . . even if it was just a hauler. He had to be a pilot.

Sex: Male
Age: 46
Height 6'2”
Weight: 135kgs

Deviant
Honest 4 / Dishonest 1
Forgiving 2 / Vengeful 3
Courageous 2 / Fearful 3
Merciful 2 / Merciless 3
Loving 3 / Cold 2
Virtuous 3 / Worldly 2
Humble 3 / Proud 2
Reliant 2 / Suspicious 3
Calm 1 / Fiery 4
Prudent 2 / Foolhardy 3
Serious 4 / Jovial 1

Attributes
Battle 6 / Meat 5 / Shift 8 / Soul 6 / Wit 7

Skills
Language (20%)
Law (20%)
History (21%)
Biology (20%)
Physical (21%)
Chemical (21%)
Gaia Know (35%)
Medical Basic (20%)
Grav Pilot (22%)
Heavy Grav Pilot (22%)
Cruiser Pilot (22%)
Light Firing (23%)
Heavy Firing (23%)
Droid Know (21%)

Special Skills: (From Being in Prison)
Streetwise (19%)
Street Fighting (20%)
Sleight of Hand (23%)

Gear & Equipment:
Gaiacard, Boot Knife (Poly Ceramic 30 cm blade), 2 changes of clothes.

Close Combat Combos:
1) Dodge – Punch – Punch – Trip - Stamp
2) Kick – Trip – Stamp – Stamp
3) Block – Punch – Block – Punch
4) Block – Hold - Trip

[J.K.Mosher]

Kyle was lost in his own thoughts. He had called in every favour he had to get on a transport here, and it was still the same old story. His past followed and sucked away any chance he could have had. He played with the glass before him nursing the drink for the last couple of hours. The bar keep having seen the down and out look before let him be.

Kyle barely registered the commotion as some working stiff started to rant, but the clomp of a security detail had him instantly on the alert. As things appeared to escalate he leaned forward his right hand slowly going for the blade hidden in his boot . . . he knew someone would be watching his movements, but if this went bad, he didn't want to end up in a fight without access to his only defence.

As suddenly as it seemed to start it quieted down and as nonchalantly as he could he returned to his original position . . . hunkered, head down over a watered down glass of booze.

He needed to find away out of this, cause he knew it was only a matter of time before someone found him sleeping in the service tunnels. No money, no friends, and no prospects . . . maybe he should take a short walk out an airlock . . . no. There had to be something he could do. What he needed was a job, any job to get his feet back under him.

The place slowly emptied, and taking his cue from the dimming lights he swallowed the last of his drink and walked out. Hands in his pockets and his only possessions in his rucksack he wandered hoping to find an out of the way corner to catch some sleep. He only semi-noticed the job ads, but was to deep in his own thoughts to really read them. . .

[misterecho]

While resting in an empty service tunnel attached to a hanger, you hear the loud voices of two people coming into earshot as they're exiting a clipper.

"...There's no way! What happened to those guys is a fucking disgrace. I'm not flying for you anymore and I'm gunna make sure NO ONE flys for you ever again..."

[Rob Lang]

JK, this is awesome! Great job!

Wonderful to have you onboard.

[J.K.Mosher]