Skills: I've had some advanced fighter training from a few friendly veterans and picked up a few tricks,
some negotiation skills picked up from a few zoner freighter pilots on how to get out of some tense situations
My reasons: I've been aspiring to be a Corsair for my entire life and in my travels The Brotherhood have been some of the pilots I have respected the most for their skill and wisdom
Biography: I think I'll clear up something obvious first, I wasn't born a corsair, my father was a molly and my mother worked for the Armed forces (a bad mix) when I was conceived my dad tried to kill my mother, not a nice guy apparently, luckily my mother managed to get away but not without a bounty on her head. Months of running from system to system I was born on Freeport One, a few more months later the Bounty Hunters caught up to us. A Corsair patrol happened by and made quick work of the Bounty Hunters except one coward who ran as soon as he saw a fair fight coming, but not before a stray torpedo caught the ship and my mother was killed in the blast. Hearing only a baby's cries on the comms the Corsairs searched the ship finding me and my mother's holotape journal she started since she went on the run. Taking pity on me they took me to Cadiz where I spent the rest of my young life. The holotapes however didn't show my name, only my mother's, Jane McDuff, so the Corsairs that found me called me Jose. In school I was never accepted and I buried myself in the workings of my ship and how to fly it. As I grew up my hatred for my father grew, you have to be a real piece of work to try to kill a woman pregnant with your sun, and pretty soon I developed a hatred for all Mollys. But I swore that I'd become a Corsair pilot for how they saved me, I owe my life to the Corsairs and want to give something back.
