I owe most of my piloting skills to my father who was an avid independant Corsair pilot. He would often take me as a child on his lap to manoeuver his newly bought Titan. He would take me along escort missions of food and goods going back and forth from Rheinland space. From a very young age I got accustomed to the most important Omega trade lanes and choke points. I sure know all the ins and outs of all this place.
Having made contacts in the smuggling circle, I discovered my gift for the crafts and decided to take on studies of Corsair Design and Jewelry. From that I specialised in design and smuggling ornaments made from artifact components. In which case plenty of business relations and diplomacy was required of me.
I can make just about anything out of very little, repair and tinker with any bits machinery, I'm the perfect handyman. My fighting and piloting skills are good but as I am still very young, I am eager to learn.
My reasons for joining the Brotherhood:
They are quite simple, since the uproar of events concerning HAF, I have been fairly undecided about the situation. Our father wanted to leave the Omegas for good until the conflict ceased, for a while I was ready to join HAF because I was naive to think of the old-establishment needing a good kick up the backside. I was like that mainly in defense to my father's authority. So he took us with him. Half-way through the trip, I simply realised my home was my home afterall and nobody else's, and especially not to be thrown away by some ignorant minority. So I explained to my father how I would take my leave from him and join the cause to fight HAF. Also, I would've left all my friends there, notably my fiancee, and that was too hard to bare.
So my reason to join the Brotherhood and fight HAF is mainly to get our family back together the way it was, and for my father and little brother to come back home sooner than later (and hopefully not never)...
Biography:
My life was mostly filled with a family torn apart by divorce and a mother who fled the Omegas for a more "prosperous" life in Liberty, away from what she called "savages" and "cannibals". My father never loved her, in all honesty that marriage was prechosen as an industry bond between my grandfather's manufacturing company and my mother's freight company. Our father was a simple tool, he knew it and hated it, but he had no choice. As soon as the contract between the 2 companies ended he took us away from Crete and fled to a hidden location in a system called Omega-5, at a base called Cadiz. Our mother didn't care anyway as she never inquired to contact or find us. Our father was an already fully licensed Corsair pilot, and I learned a lot of piloting from him this way. He would almost always take us on his dangerous escort missions. Life in Cadiz was prosperous and calm. Little politics and ideology going about the place had turned me into a fairly agnostic and weary character. Living next to a battlefield graveyard and taking regular trips through it with my brother had also raised our senses for the importance of communication and diplomacy. A virtue which, now, my father and brother being gone, an upcoming wife, and the HAF conflict raging, will be one of great value for these troubled times.
Our father only ever owned 3 ships, an M26 Gunboat, which he took to flee with, a Preatorian bomber which he left rusting away in our docks in Cadiz, and a Titan which, sadly, he'd sent to be stripped and recycled.
To my great amazement the Preatorian bomber was still quite intact and fitted with the same powerful weapons he'd managed to scavange from some far away systems. The bomber having been my father's long prefered ship during our childhood, meant that flying it wasn't a problem for me, as well as I knew I had no other choice.
