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[b]Name:[/b] Arthur Howell
[b]Rank:[/b] Flight Lieutenant.
[b]Serial Number:[/b] 354-78-113.
[b]Date of Birth:[/b] 6.6.1916
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Cardiff, Wales.
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Arthur Howell is a slim, tall and young Welshman, red headed and clean shaven. He is about 184 centimetres tall and weighs about 77 kilograms, or about six feet and 180 pounds. He has a lively, though lean face and high cheekbones and short hair. His body is more wiry than muscular.
[b]Craft:[/b] Spitfire.
[b]Callsign:[/b] Gold Leader / Thirteen (nickname during flight and officer training)

[b]Psychological Evaluation:[/b]

Flight Lieutenant Arthur Howell, aged 24, born on June 6th, 1916. Father Francis Howell deceased at the age of 31 at Somme. Mother Sarah Howell (née Clark), aged 52, alive and well. F/O Howell has served His Majesty for five years with impeccable service record. Graduated from flight school with flying colours. Physically, Howell appears in top shape for a man of his age with top notch vision. His character hints at humorous nature, and he a polite, good mannered officer, although his remarks contain sarcastic tones at times.

Howell is an Anglican, but also an agnostic in his views. When questioned if he believes there's life beyond Earth, he politely said "There's life on the bottom of the sea, and on the Poles, so why there couldn't be life on other planets? They might not be familiar in form or function, but there might be life." It seemed he was keen on conversing on the subject, but we had to continue the evaluation.

Howell responded well into the images and non-euclidean geometry, and showed little difficulty of handling such shapes. "I have imagined worse creatures", Howell pointed out and referred to few horror writers I hadn't heard of.

Howell's service records show that he can handle stress quite well. He pushed himself more than others did during the flight training, and showed quick reflexes and thinking in combat training and simulations. He could outmaneuver most of his comrades and superiors in simulated dogfights in most of the occasions, and has shown himself as a capable, and a tough but fair instructor. He doesn't yet have combat experience, but if his records can give any hint, he should make a formidable opponent for the BF-109 pilots in his Spitfire.

He seems to be a sportsman, giving his comrades and trainees sound advice, but also asking them to pull their weight for the team. Howell is not going to give up easily.

According to Howell, his worst fears include the fear of leaving a wingman behind, being burnt to death, and vampires. He noted the last part was due to one Bram Stoker. I can recommend him for frontline duty in the Turin Squadron.

[b]History:[/b]

Born in Wales during the First World War into a upper middle class family. Arthur's father Francis died soon after his birth in the battle of Somme in France. Arthur was thus raised mostly by his mother Sarah, but also by countless uncles, aunts and other family members. He did well in school, especially in history and religion, and was quite average in natural sciences, though he had an interest in aerial vehicles and machines. Arthur, for example, had a collection of toy planes, and he followed the development of planes and aircraft quite closely and keenly. He also had an interest on horror literature.

Arthur has liked reading Dracula, and many other horror and science fiction stories. For example, H.G. Wells books, especially War of the Worlds, The Island of Doctor Moreau and The Time Machine have fueled his curiosity on space and sciences. While he's not a scientist, Arthur has talked about aliens with a couple of his childhood friends, who've become physicists. Thanks to reading Dracula at a young age, Arthur is afraid of vampires, even if his family insists they don't really exist.

When he was sixteen, Arthur started to play rugby. Although he was quite slim for the sport, he was more agile and faster runner than most of team mates. Arthur has always been more wiry and lean than outright muscular, making a good runner.

When Arthur turned 19 in 1935, Arthur applied for RAF, and entered the fighter pilot training. Arthur was bullied for his red hair, and nicknamed "Thirteen", often seen as an unlucky charm by some aristocratic cadets. Arthur was undeterred, and was motivated to show his comrades and superiors he could become the best pilot of the bunch. He became the cadet with some of the best grades during his training, and before the war, Arthur has spent most of his time in the Air Force as an instructor and adviser. As the things turned ugly in France, he was taken into active combat duty and recommended for the Turin Squadron as a potential candidate.
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