[hider=Zack Yvette-Cortez][CENTER][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ7kV3ZzD38][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/2b/27/252b274663be3fe88ca0a24d65dc3bf5.jpg[/img][/url]
[SUB][COLOR=cecece] Zack Yvette-Cortez
◄  23   ▎   MALE ▎  6'1  ►[/COLOR][/SUB][/CENTER]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]P R E S E N C E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8]
	Moralism was a thing of the past, seeing into the action of others would be something a politician would do or a general. However, those who don't fall into an institutional category what do you call them? Those people while few would be like Zack Yvette-Cortez. He was calculated, cool and dare even suggest funny? He liked to be the center of the party but when things got serious he would be the one to make the first move, first draw or shot. Zack is agenda-driven, while he makes alot of friends and connections his mind always goes back to his goal, at least while he works. [/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]C H R O N I C L E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8]
	Those who have the right to enact moral authority as corrupt as the ones they claim to purge.

I always thought there were good people in the world, the ones that would be the change in society that we needed but it seems like everyone is in it for themselves. Hey, that's how you could explain the unions just an entity to collect money and further their power, eventually one day one union will rule all of the worlds as we know it. For most it's scary but for me, it's calming knowing that there once be safety eventually, of course at one's civil liberties. This is a discussion often held in legionary bars or amongst the old.

Growing up being a Aeon was kinda cool, but tough that was for sure going through special training to become a weapon of war by the unions was never how it was sold to me. I was going to be tougher, stronger and smarter. My instructors were older Aeons, I didn't realize at the time but they never were happy. My mentor Gammon St. Laurent had served in the wars decades prior, he was one of the best the unions had at their disposal but I could always see he wanted out. It wouldn't be until later in life when I would truly understand my powers.


I'm not one for politics but I was fortunate to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I lived well with my family in the Devlon Industries Union until a rebellion was brought onto our union by a famous Ace known as the 'Valkyrie'. Her forces, unfortunately, killed my mother after fighting broke out in the market. My life was changed forever, while I had never been a real adult until then I was flung into the fight to defend the union. My time at the military school had paid off, I began to pilot the DI's planes and quickly became an Ace after shooting down enemy fighters sortie after sortie. 

While I felt alone and under immense pressure throughout this conflict as would any Union soldier felt, my wingman Robert Hernandez was my emotional crutch throughout the rebellion. His humor and sense of hope would be what got me through my days, meal-by-meal as well being an excellent pilot as well he covered and saved my ass more times than I was able to do for him. 

At the end of the conflict, Hernandez and I were assigned to 'Vampyr' Squadron where I we began to clean up the rest of the rebellion. However, we had one issue with gaining air superiority. 'Valkyrie' had been taking down union pilots since the start of the rebellion, she and we knew that it was over. When we sortied and cornered her, she took to the neutral parts of the known world.  Hernandez got the killing shot, taking her aircraft down.

This isn't a story about a hero.

When it was all over, our squadron was hailed in the propaganda broadcasts and Hernandez the hero of the union. I would of admitted I was jealous at the time, but my feelings changed rather quickly. Hernandez vanished days after, never to be seen again. Of course the ass hole wouldn't of forgotten about me right? A note was left in my locker.

"Seek [color=a0410d][b]Foxtrot 11[/b][/color], not everything was what it seemed to be in this rebellion."

I crumbled up the note, throwing it into a garbage can as I left the locker room - how could he do this, vanish without a trace and leave some cryptic note? It was obvious Hernandez had some kind of remorse for his role in the war but I wouldn't understand his role in the rebellion until later, I had come to understand Valkrie's stance in the union's grand schemes. She was just a pawn waiting to be played, her rebellion would have allowed the independence she so desperately seeks.

Yet what was freedom? If the world was plunged into chaos, could anyone truly be free?

It was all over, with the help of Hernandez my mother had been avenged. I laid her to rest with my father once the war ended. He was proud of me but could see I was obviously hurt by the conflict. I left without a word, I coulden't face him after all that happened. He was a loyalist and if I had let him known about my plans to leave he would have had me stopped, so I left and traveled to Oakridge it was known for its hub of criminal activity.

Perhaps people would know who or what Foxtrot 11 was, and if I could find them maybe I could find Hernandez. 

I left my life behind to find my best friend, some people might think I'm crazy but I have a feeling he could have the answers that I've been looking for.

Who really was Valkyrie?
[/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]M E M O R I E S[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=a8a8a8]
	Gammon St. Laurent - One of the oldest and experienced Aeons at the DI's disposal, he was a tough but nurturing teacher and parted many techniques and knowledge to his students. It always felt like he wanted to escape to the neutral territories, perhaps he knew that if he left he'd put his former students at risk and those who dared to follow him.
	
	Conrad Yvette-Cortez - My father, while I love him like nothing else in this world he is a loyalist to the union. It wasn't a big deal until I decided to packup and leave my city forever, I coulden't face him and after my mother passed away things had never been the same.

	Sasha Yvette-Cortez - My mother, she was sweet and loving. She went too early, I didn't know what to do with myself once she was taken from me. I found a calling in flying, and now I'm following my wingman down to the ends of the world to find out what the fuck happened to him. Am I crazy mom?


	Robert Hernandez - He kept me alive during the rebellion but once he vanished after it, along with his note it made me question everything I had known. My belief were challenged but I had to find out what happened to him, and what connection he has to the rebellion, Foxtrot 11 and maybe even Valkrie herself.

	'Vampyr' Squadron - Consisting of myself, Hernandez, Gurman, King & Rose we were the heavy hitters of the air force during the rebellion war. While I was closest to Hernandez I got along well with the others, I'll miss them but it's better if they don't know where I was going. 
	[/color]

[SUB][COLOR=cecece]A E S I R[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=cecece]
	[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/V5geTMz.jpg[/img][/center]

It came in my dreams.

I know it sounds a bit funky but after I started fighting against the Rebellion in DI in my dreams came a beast of fire, it was a bit confusing and I didn't understand it at the time but that was Ifrit the god of war. It had been attracted to my hatred towards the rebellion and was feeding off it, at that point the power of a god was behind me. It would explain why I was able to down so many fighters, Ifrit was at my side.

Now after the war he still lingers, waiting for the next target of my hate. For him the war never really ended, but I'm obliged to do my best to make him proud.[/color]


[SUB][COLOR=cecece]C O O L  A S  F U C K  T E C H N I Q U E S[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=cecece]
Missle.
Blast.
Atom-Cluster.

[/color][/hider]