Name: Derrick Muinintal
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Personality:
Cynical is a word that could sum up Derrick well. He always expects and prepares for the worst. He likes to think that it is preferable to being an optimist because at least when things do go wrong, he won't be as disappointed because he was already prepared for it. Though not really antisocial, he doesn't usually trust others. To get to Derrick's core, one would have to dig very, very deep. So, to someone who just met him, Derrick would seem like a depressed man who really isn't worth their time.
But if there's one thing Derrick loves, it's a good dose of sarcasm. He simply delights in making comments about everything, no matter how annoying some people find it. If there is an opportunity, even the slightest, for him to insert his usually unwanted input, he'll take it, even if it is usually just a sly remark behind every else's back. He thinks that he just appreciates the form of humor, but there is something more to it. He uses his sarcasm as a wall to his inner emotions. He likes to try and shrug off the worst of times with a joke, when most of the time he does actually have feelings for that he is commenting on.
History:
Derrick wasn't always able to be the contented man people see when they look at him today. He grew up in a world of smugglers and scavengers. The home of his early childhood was a dark alley in the shadow of a giant city. His family, and in due time, Derrick himself were in a constant struggle against the various other groups of thieves and criminals that occupied the area surrounding his family's corner. It was medieval, almost. One group would have to hold down their own turf and protect it from invasion and raid, while also setting their sights on capturing their enemy's lands and disposing of the enemies themselves. On family was always invading another's land, one leader was always taking down another, boundaries were always changing, as were the few places that were safe. Because there were no shops around, mainly due to the fact that anyone setting up any kind of shop could be promised an unwanted visit from the nearest available family who would promptly wipe out the business's entire inventory, paired with the fact that there was no money to pay for the items available at these non-existent shops, all supplies had to come from outside. More specifically, other families. The strength of any family was measured in the effectiveness of its raiders. In a sense, it was like tribes hunting and gathering resources. Only thing was, the hunted fought back, and that which was to be gathered was always guarded.
Then, on one uneventful afternoon, a young Derrick's way of life would be destroyed entirely. It just so happened that one of the thief families decided it was too much work to steal from other families of thieves, and decided to send their raiders to the city to steal from its unsuspecting inhabitants. So it wasn't long before the local police decided it was time to take care of the many unrepeatable people that populated the slums. Having absolutely no idea that there were indeed multiple families of raiders in the area, the cops decided to accuse the first group they saw. Derrick's was lucky enough to be that first spotted group. Naturally, Derrick's family resisted arrest. Naturally, the cops then used lethal force. Derrick didn't witness the shooting in person, but he heard it. And hearing was enough, The angry shouting of unknown people, the screaming of familiar people often being cut off either without warning or with a gurgle of blood or a final scream of shock and pain, and of course, the death-dealing gunshots. Derrick was too terrified to even consider the situation, let along think clearly. Instead, he cowered against a corner, hands clapped over his ears, back facing the violence, eyes shut. And in that pitiful state he waited, and waited, and waited. After an eternity, a rough hand grasped at his shoulder, Derrick without a shirt at the time, and pulled him away from his corner. It was Derrick's young age that saved him from death. Instead, he was put in an orphanage. He was never adopted, though. Nobody wants, nor cares for, a child of thieves and raiders.
Luckily, Derrick was young enough at the time that he could go through the regular schooling system without being too far behind other kids of his age. He was still a year or two older than any other student in any of his classes in any single-grade class, but that was not a great disadvantage. Despite what many think, he seemed to have somewhat of an aptitude for school. Sure, he wasn't a genius, but he performed far better than anyone would've expected. Throughout his school years, Derrick always had an interest in flight, Because he spent a lot of his time in the orphanage, he always felt confined there. Yet, the vehicles and birds that flew through the skies, even space, seemed to have infinite freedom. If they wanted to go somewhere, they flew. No mountain, ocean, ditch, or even expanse of space stopped them from reaching their destination. So it was that, when the time came, Derrick choose to study the ways of the air and learn to fly. Though he did pass his test and was recognized as being able to fly, he could not get a job in the flight industries. As it turned out, said industries were on a massive decline at the time, and were currently firing many pilots and had no mind to start bringing on new ones. The orphanage no longer supported him and with little ways to earn money he could barely support himself, and his study of flight would put him in massive debt. Needless to say, he had no resources to try and move to a place with a more industrious flight industry.
The reason the flight industry was going under? A band of pirates was spotted lying just outside the city's boundaries, raiding every aircraft that entered their area. With their airspace now limited, the flying business needed less pilots, the reason for the mass firings. It wasn't long before local militia responded to the problem, however. A fleet was sent out to the area where the pirates were said to be located at. Days, weeks passed, and the fleet never returned. Just as a search and rescue was about to be conducted, the sound of fast moving aircraft penetrated the airwaves. Derrick, looking out from his run-down apartment window saw a huge mass of aircraft coming in from over the horizon. It was his childhood relived. Only this time the gunshots were replaced with bomb drops. Somehow, he survived the massacre. Perhaps being in the worst part of town actually helped him.
Once he was sure that it was safe (as safe as it could be at the time) he ran outside, looking desperately for survivors. He did find them, but there were not many to find. They, like him, were typically from the poorer section of the city. With no options left, they agreed to scrounge up whatever materials they could find and form a resistance. Their main targets were prisons and other places cops would be, yet there were some firearm stores which came in handy. As they scavenged, they came across others, who all agreed to help with the resistance effort. Now, Derrick and his untrained comrades are the few left who can stand up to the pirate invaders. Many of them die daily, and they know they can't hold out much longer. But they have to try, they have to hang on to hope.
Role: Aerojock (Would this be the proper term? He mainly does troop transport though, needless to say, the ships he flies do typically have weapon on them that he has to occasionally use, but he's not really a fighter pilot so much as transport who sometimes gets into a fight.)
Appearance: Derrick has a streamlined physique. Though he is roughly six feet in height, his body is more akin to that of a runner. He does have muscle in his torso and arms, but he is not a heavyweight by any means. He wears his black hair with a short fringe in the front. He has deep green eyes and a short beard covers his cheeks and rounded chin. He is a poor man, and it shows. He wears low quality clothing, mainly covering it up with worn out jackets. Although, ever since becoming a rebel, he does choose to sport the armor customary to the police on top of his shoddy clothing.
Perk: Skylord
Effect: Has a slight advantage when flying within an atmosphere (or within a planet's gravity in general) and has a slight disadvantage when flying in space. (Hope that's balanced)
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