[b]Character Name:[/b] Nicholas “shade” Cavernmaw
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Race: [/b]Isorlai
[b]Homeworld:[/b] Space born, Scapus
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url]https://36.media.tumblr.com/923788c181b223c80c246d84ea708e3c/tumblr_n6quiwEUp51sefjsro1_500.jpg[/url] 

[b]Personal History:[/b] Born aboard a merchant vessel, and constantly traveling, nick never really knew a home world, the closest thing was his family’s main trade hub, Scapus. His parents, worried for bone atrophy, kept him planeside as much as they could, and actively training when he couldn’t. Acting as an extra ship hand since he could follow his parents, he gained a keen special awareness, the ability to mingle with vastly differentiated groups, and a love for the last frontier. Despite being mobile, his schooling didn’t really suffer, and while he isn’t a math major, nor scholar, he knows enough to get by. His interest in DefCom came after reports of colony’s going silent, and ships going dark after jumps. Initially just curiosity, it wasn’t until a rival trade ship returned from a jump with punctures and rents that it all sunk home. You don’t blast clear through the cargo bay to pillage it. Something was very wrong. 
A few years later, nick was enlisted and training. Scoring high both intellectually and physically, nick chose to apply for service space side, but first had to complete basic training. During basic, nick showed high promise in evasion and infiltration, becoming one of the best scouts in his group. By utilizing his predatory instincts, and a few tricks, Nick was able to avoid detection, and became one of the few ever to steal the drill instructor’s campaign cover and whistle during his time as a recruit. That event earned him the nickname “shade”, and a week of dawn and dusk perimeter runs, though to be honest, falling in wearing the hat, and blowing a whistle may not have been the best plan. However, during this training, Nick was involved in a training incident, which landed his sparring partner in the ICU for a week. Having failed a grapple, nick accidently slashed the recruit’s brachial artery. While he did help keep the pressure and stabilize the wound, the other recruits distanced themselves from him and rumors that it was a bloodlust event permeated the base.
This lead to a subconscious paranoia that he might injure smaller teammates, and his focus on proving himself capable of piloting space craft. His early life as a merchant kid helped a lot with low or non-gravity engagements, and plotting courses was second nature. It took all the instructors had to stump him, and his only real problem came from actually piloting the spacecraft. Used to lumbering cargo ships, the high maneuverability fighter craft had him darting to and fro before he finally reigned it in and began to shine. In a years’ time he went from student flier, to more than capable pilot, preferring to hit and run tactics then dogfights. 
His training completed, and fully enlisted into DefCom, he found himself joining the crew of the Wylde Fyre squadron

[b]Personality:[/b] Perfectly fine to remain quiet, and observe, he is the first one to jump in during a crisis. While he does generally trust most people, those that have earned his friendship will rarely find such loyalty elsewhere. More likely found in fatigue pants and a t-shirt then his uniform 

[b]Gear and Equipment:[/b] 
Standard issue pilot suit.
M54 Carbine, with IR laser, silencer, and midrange scope.
M8 Combat Pistol, with silencer.
M47 and M36 Tactical Blades. 
x2 Flashbangs
x2 Smoke Grenades 

[b]Character Theme:[/b] [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz2GVlQkn4Q
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