Age: 18
Height: 1.87 m
Weight: 163 pounds
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light Grey
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet Stuttgart
Background Information:When Dylan was growing up he stayed at home and when he had a small bit of muscle on him he began to spend most of his time helping at the docks with unloading cargo (he always admired the fighter ships coming and going) for the little amount of money he could get and only got a brief education from his dad after late shifts with the factories, Dylan had no friends he normally ran though the streets ,alone, and though the busy sectors to avoid muggings, just like his father taught him, the one day when he was 13 he got side tracked and headed straight into an alley and before he knew it he was surrounded by vagabonds, with nowhere to run Dylan clenched his jaw and raised his fists to fight, they laughed at him and he quickly got a back hand to the face from a burly man and was on the floor,then things got real confusing other men came out in uniform and quickly cuffed the vagabonds,he was lifted onto his feet he quickly dusted himself off in front of a man with combed back blonde hair and blue eyes who smiled at him and tapped him on the shoulder and said "leave the fighting to the real soldiers kiddo ", then the soldier escorted him home, Dylan's head bowed in shame for having to be saved, but he felt wonder with this Rheinland Military soldier and then he realized that, that is what he wants to be.
On his 16th birthday Dylan couldn't believe that he was running from home to join the military but was declined when he got there for being to young, grumpy he began to walk home thinking of an excuse for his dad, when he suddenly walked into a young man stocky about 19 years of age, he turned around quickly glaring at Dylan who mumbled apologies, the man laughed and thrust his hand forward to greet Dylan, "the names alastair, pleasure to meet you" his distinct accent marked him bretonian, Dylan quickly shook his hand firm and replied with "Dylan" Dylan's German accent in stark contrast to the Bretoinian's, this was the beginnimg of his first friendship which involved him in trade between Newcastle and New Berlin, Al loaned Dylan money to buy a freight and began to trade shortly he paid Al back and had fun making his own money dodging pirates together, one day Al wasn't where they normally met, so Dylan took it as a day off and started his way back to his apartment, when he rounded a corner and there was Al with his back to Dylan but talking loudly, "...We move the organisms today we don't have a big window make sure you have them on your ship", shocked Dylan ran to his freight and left he flew to New Berlin where he sold his freight and caught a lift to a RM battleship, he used his money to acquire himself a VH Fighter and kitted it out, after running a few missions for the military cleaning up as a third party he finally sent in his application to the military,
Basic Personality Traits: Strong follower of the law, talkative when there is something to talk about, merciful if i deem it necessary or if it doesn't infringe on the law.
Ship Class:
Playing freelancer discovery for 6 months +-
Friend told me to join him so i did.
Only one other character his name is P@tches
Grown tired of trading and need to dedicate my life to a cause and what better cause then a soldiers life serving with the great Rheinland military.
"You have ruled this galaxy for ten thousand years, yet have little of account to show for your efforts. Such failure must be depressing to bear as it is pathetic to behold."
-Imotekh the Stormlord
