ᛝ Name:Hoban Ross ᛝ D.o.B:January 13th 798 A.S. ᛝ P.o.B:Planet New Berlin, New Berlin ᛝ Height:185 cm ᛝ Weight:79 kg
ᛝ Who am I?:
The name is Hoban Ross. I was born with a twin brother on Planet New Berlin. Us being the only children in our family meant we had somewhat of a hectic life growing up. Since we both craved to get a feeling of adrenaline and the rush it brought, we always ended up looking for fights or other ways of excitement. Instead of wasting our life at some fancy desk like our parents wanted, we decided to apply to the Military Academy to work for the Rheinwehr. After eventually graduating from the academy we were assigned to Battleship Karlsruhe in Stuttgart.
My brother had unfortunately become quite a heavy drinker after graduating. One day we were told that we would fly our first official patrol in the upcoming days. This meant celebrating, which brought us to Planet Baden Baden were we visited many luxurious nightclubs to party and drink. At one of these clubs is where everything changed in the brink of a moment. My brother had ended up in a fight with the son of a high ranking officer in the Rheinwehr. It had escalated to a point where the police had to detain them both. Of course the son of the officer was released, while my brother was faced with exaggerated charges. He was sentenced to serve 30 years jail time on Vierlande Prison. My family tried to plea for another trial but the government did nothing. What could only make it worse was the murder of my brother a month later by the hands of Corsairs who had found out who he was and decided to make a statement.
I was devastated, but hell-bent on revenge. The government had turned against us, but I wasn't ready to give up. I now had a different purpose in life. I left the Rheinwehr, changed my identity and became an independent mercenary. I spent countless hours in space chasing these scum, to avenge my brother. My only goal was to wipe out their existence, and I would kill anyone who tried to stop me. I was changed. I no longer cared about the hypocritical government. After a while I could barely recognize my own face in the mirror, and that's when I met a pilot who worked for Die Roten Hessen. He reminded me of who I was and after some persuasion I decided to join them. Mainly because they also had an aquired taste for Corsair blood, but also for retribution against the government.
I have now flown under the banners of Die Roten Hessen for a while, and as my path has become more clear overtime I now understand that there is more to life than simply fighting for personal reasons. A greater cause. The Armee's reputation is well known and after flying beside you my eyes are now open. I will do everything in my will to help end the corruption of the government and bring vengeance against our enemies.
