You've caught my attention with another astounding RP [@Vietmyke], figure I'll throw my hat in the ring and see how it does.
I feel I got a little carried away with the history but this is the advanced section so I'll leave the wall of text in the hopes it scores some sort of brownie points or something I don't know.

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Name: Travers, Adrien
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Origin: Myrrh Station, Deneb System
Craft Specialization:  B34 Redeemer
Callsign/Codename: Mother
Kills: 3 Confirmed Capital Class Ships, 5 confirmed Cruisers and Destroyers, 14 confirmed lighter ships of the line, 8 unconfirmed Strike Craft
 
Psychological Analysis: Travers is well known by higher ups aboard the Galatia as somewhat of a hot-headed troublemaker, but she'd beg to argue that she's just misunderstood. She can normally be found in a mess deck screwing around with her crew and other personnel or practicing combat tactics in a simulator. Overly sarcastic and known to not beat around any proverbial bushes, but instead to get right to the heart of any dispute or topic no matter who she cuts off to do so which, unsurprisingly, is at the heart of her earned reputation with the higher ups among the ship. However, to the lower ranked members of the crew and the rest of the 144th Travers is seen as something of a mother figure. Known for fiercely defending her squadron on board the Galatia, comforting those that find themselves missing major events back home, losing friends or families, and even their entire cities to the war. Due to this nature she was unanimously voted at a meeting she wasn't informed of as the one to drop any fresh meat that shows up to the squadron on for a tour of the ship and the squadrons areas. This reputation has lovingly earned her the callsign of "Mother", much to her distaste.
 
Military Record: Adrien Travers was born to Isaiah and Almira Travers on the station of Myrrh in the Deneb System. An asteroid, hollowed out for its mineral deposits and re-purposed into a habitable station, it had been spun up in the single largest engineering effort Deneb had ever seen and its population had steadily grown since. Her parents families were among the first to settle into Myrrh and have lived there since. Her immediate family lived a relatively easy life aboard Myrrh, her father being the space age equivalent of a farm hand working in the large fungal vats of the station, while her mother worked as the secretary for the governor of the station. Although her parents were well off, Travers ended up being left with her elderly grandmother Ione, who was barely strong enough to chase the growing toddler across the living room, let alone anywhere outside of their modest living space on the station. Due to this Adrien spent the first few years of her life in almost complete seclusion from the rest of the station, knowing only the inside of their home as her entire world.

Once Adrien was old enough she was sent to preschool, were her little mind was simply overwhelmed by everything that existed just on the other side of the door her mother and father left and returned from work through. The realization that her version of the world she lived in was far more vast than she had ever thought never left her from that point forward. As she aged her want to know what was beyond the next wall grew and grew, which during the later years of her education saw her frequently sneaking off to the docks to watch freighters, construction ships, and even the occasional small TSN patrols docking and undocking.

This fascination with the world beyond led Adrien to take a welding apprenticeship out of school. There she learned the tricks of the trade, starting first in gravity and on smaller jobs and projects before she was deemed ready to move to the more delicate and far more dangerous job of welding in vacuum. Her first experience stepping off the station, tethered as she was, could only be explained as a recreation of the realization that the world was far more vast than the walls that confined her. Except now it was the universe and not just the fraction of a rounding error that Myrrh station represented.

Working until her nineteenth birthday as a welder on Myrrh, Adrien, with the blessing of her parents, took a job as a welder on a shanty old freighter known as the [i]Cordoba[/i]. To say she was an aging ship would be an understatement,she was larger than a skyscraper, and had been around since the initial colonization of the Deneb system. Her age was starting to show in just about everything she did. It was the evident aging of the ship that landed Adrien the job, as another vacuum qualified welder on board had quit after a near death experience on the outer hull of the [i]Cordoba[/i]. This did not faze young Adrien, and she worked aboard the ship for three years seeing first hand many of the systems that humanity had colonized as the freighter went about its work. Near the end of her formal contract with the [i]Cordoba[/i] Adrien began taking an interest in what it took to pilot such a hulking beast. With a little bit of persuading of the captain and a lot of begging of the current pilot of the [i]Cordoba[/i] Adrien found herself learning to fly the massive freighter through the depths of space.

Adrien terminated her contract on the day it was set to do so, and ended up resigning with the [i]Cordoba[/i] as it's new Co-pilot for another two years. Here she became well known for her keen perception of the magnitude of the [i]Cordoba[/i], which many contributed to her many years working outside her, and her skillful handling of the lumbering skyscraper sized vessel in tighter areas and during delicate docking maneuvers.

Adrien ended up re-upping with the [i]Cordoba[/i] for the majority of her middle and late twenties, eventually succeeding the original pilot in the wake of his retirement. It was around this same time that the Varaxian Empire was first encountered and her ever hungry curiosity for the great unknown beyond her familiar walls pushed her to seek a commission in the Terran Systems Navy to try and be at the forefront of the confrontation with the new alien empire.

Although they would be hard pressed to admit it, the TSN was in dire need of experienced pilots even before the official declaration of war against the Varaxians, and as such the Terran Navy happily took Adrien in. Attending Naval flight training in the Delta Serpentis system and to the surprise of none of the instructors, Adrien showed a knack for the larger craft in the simulators and would be assigned to train and eventually fly the M-85 Osprey, the now outdated bomber of the TSN. Following her successful graduation she was assigned to the 144th Direwolves as a replacement for a pilot lost during one of the 144th's initial skirmishes with the Varaxians.

At first replacing a pilot slot that many in the 144th would rather have left unfilled, Travers slowly earned herself a name as a pilot that could be trusted in even the most bleak situations, downing multiple Varaxian Frigates and a still unconfirmed compliment of strike craft in her first few years of skirmishes with the 144th. It has now been six years since she commissioned and Travers finds herself as one of the most senior Redeemer pilots still in the squadron, having successfully requested to remain with the 144th until her termination from service or death in the line of duty does tend to make you a senior rather quickly in a large military machine like the TSN.
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