Name: Leo Erickson
Age: 28
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 172
Race: Human
Class: Lead Pilot

Appearance: Tall and broad-shouldered, bearing a handsome olive-skinned face with a square jaw and high cheekbones, Leo looks every bit like the typical Texan Lift-Jockey. His long chocolate brown hair flows well in its typical swept-back style, though it's often covered in a dark leather cowboy hat that's faded and worn from countless days in the American western sun and that clashes heavily with his unpressed and disheveled Alliance Uniform. It's clear at first glance that the wearer doesn't take his position all too seriously. His light hazel eyes are always lit with a youthful spark of life and they seem to hold untold depths that promise excitement, adventure, and a little bit of mischief around every turn.

Skills: 
Split-Second Reflexes - Always useful when navigating dangerous asteroid belts.
Crack Shot - It only takes a few dozen years of shooting at desert critters to get a knack for hitting moving targets.
Piloting - Being one of the best pilots the Alliance has ever seen extends from large carriers to the most nimble of fighters.
Basic Military Training - The Pilot Academy made sure he memorized books of field tactics and could identify and handle most infantry-grade weaponry.
Dauntless Ego - Thinking very highly of yourself means it's hard to be shaken off your game, even when faced with dangerous surprises, though it obviously comes with a few social drawbacks.
Gamer - Who'd have thought a Texas-grown country boy would have a knack, and a love, for all kinds of virtual toys?

Personality: Leo is outgoing and fun-loving, the kind of guy who loves to be the center of attention and has the charisma to stay there. He's a bit promiscuous and quite flirtatious around beautiful women and his pride is about as easy to shoot down as the ship he's piloting. Though it's difficult for him to form deep, personal relationships with anyone, when he makes a friend he's unshakably loyal and will do just about anything support them. 

History/Biography: Leo was born into a poor family of laborers in the Great Texan Shipwright, one of the great industrial complexes of Earth space cruiser construction known for its million acre solar-farm and massive space lifts. From the days he could hold a soldering iron he was put on the front lines of this incredible feat of manufacturing and spent countless days working on ship exteriors. They called his kind 'Lift Jockeys' for their skilled maneuvering of Anti-Grav Carts through airspace often filled with tens of thousands of small crafts. His parents soon found him to be one of the best at this 'sport' and the boy always won the off-the-book races the laborers partook of in their time off. Despite having nothing more than basic schooling, Leo always dreamed of being on the flight-deck of the ships he was helping to build and so, despite the discouragement of many friends and laborers, spent nearly every second of his free time studying the piloting of space ships. There were countless documents and manuals available to anyone with internet access and over the course of 18 years Leo, now a young man, finally began to understand all the technical aspects of space travel. He aced the North American Pilot Academy entrance exam much to the astonishment of every faculty member proctoring the test and, after sitting through their thorough investigation for 'academic dishonesty', spent six years training in military-based space era technology and doctrine. Leo graduated with the highest of honors the Academy could provide and appeared to have a long and promising career ahead of him... if he could get his rather rebellious attitude under control.

Special Equipment: 
High-powered P480 'Hunter' Revolver Custom - A gift from Leo's father; this puppy packs quite a punch, firing a .500 Magnum round, and is retrofitted with a special 9-round rotating clip and heavy barrel for extra accuracy and reduced kick.