PILOT
Name: Alexander “Jester” Harving
Age: 25
Height: 5’ 9’
Weight: 98kg
Pilot Class: Rabbit
Nationality: British
Appearance: [img] http://orig03.deviantart.net/4fbc/f/2013/265/9/c/pilot_01___judge_by_zackf-d6nbgqd.jpg[/img]
Bio: Alex was born to a British father, and a Scottish mother. He was born in rural Scotland where his father and squadron was stationed. After a while he went to study in London, one of the few big cities to survive. Studying there were only a few choices to learn. Hot to fly planes, how to fix planes, how to make planes, how to restore planes and how to survive. Alex having watched his dad, his older brothers and his dads ex-RAF squadron (The Iron Doves) fly since he was born naturally chose to learn how to fly a plane.

He was a natural, whether from sheer talent or generations of piloting in his blood no one knew. His ability to judge, plan and carry out maneuvers, especially at high speed was near to perfect. His ability to survive the G’s of turns allowed him to win dogfights by pulling near impossible maneuvers. His reflexes made his evasive techniques almost pre-emptive. The only downside to his quick skills was his lack of ability to work in a team. He would always forget about his squadron or just plain misunderstand what they wanted him to do.

The school had a multitude of planes, from Spitfires to Messerschmitts, but Alex fell in love with the Harrier. The large beast had disjointed curves and just oozed power to him. Soon it became the plane he felt most comfortable with and the near vertical take of and landings were a bonus. He was taught how to conserve weapons. Ammunition was hard to get so missiles were only last resort. Fire bullets as much as possible. He was taught how to pull out of dives and deathspins and deal with all taught of rquipment filure. Everything a fighter pilot would.

This coupled with his ADHD and annoying joking manner made it near impossible to find a squadron that would fly with him. Eventually Alex went back to Scotland and started flying with his fathers squadron, The Iron Doves, alongside his brothers. While they tolerated him they also found Alex’s lack of seriousness annoying. Eventually Alex left and flew around from colony to colony, offering his services as a pilot. 

Most of this service consisted with him flying around and looking for any areas with resources before telling his employers where it was. This was good but it wasn’t exactly thrilling work and Alex craved a purpose to his flying. Eventually he got a letter, it was more of flyer that he saw in a pub at a colony called the Bravehearts, about the Albion Avengers. That plus the talk around him of the AA wanting to create a new world order got him interested in them. The next day while flying he tuned into their radio signal and requested more information.
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PLANE:
Name: Harrier Jump Jet
Description: [img] http://img15.deviantart.net/cacb/i/2015/116/5/a/those_who_are_about_to_fly____by_johnnypover-d49q9az.jpg[/img] A large beast standing at nearly 4m high and 14 and a half metres long it dwarfs Alex. But he lies it because once he's in it he feels powerful. With a wingspan of nearly 8 metres it spreads out its wing quite far but the can be folded up.
Plane Type: Jet
Extra Aircraft Notes: Is a V/STOL (vertical/short takeoff and landing) plane meaning it only needs a short runway to take off and land as it can go vertically up and down with out moving to much side to side or forward or backward.

Weapons Descriptions: 
-2 ADEN CANNON (4x30mm 1200 RPM)
-2 Aim-9 Sidewinders
-4× Matra rocket pods with 18× SNEB 68 mm rockets each
-2 Mark-81 ‘Firecrackers’ General Purpose Bomb
-16 Flack


Weaknesses: It is a fuel guzzler and cant take much cargo or equipment especially with the amount of ammunition Alex carries. The armour isn’t too good as it relies mostly on speed to out maneuver the enemy. Alex is slowly trying to replace the plates with better armour but its hard in a world such as this.

Past Encounter: When flying with the Iron Doves Alex and his squadron got engaged into a dogfight with a group called the Royal Ravens. As the fights raged on with both squadrons inflicting a few bullet holes but nothing else they slowly realized how hungry they were. Calling a temporary truce they landed in a field and sat in the sun drinking tea and having bit if lunch. After a hour they got back into their planes and continued on the fighter but the two squadrons separated after a few more minutes. To tis day Alex makes sure that he looks out for any RR pilots so he can drink some tea with them.