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[h2] [u]Howell Carver[/u][/h2]
[table=noborders][row][cell][/cell][cell]28[/cell][cell]Male[/cell][cell]Australian[/cell][/row][/table][/center]
Preferred Position: 
[indent]1. Captain
2. Commander 
4. Security [/indent]

Bio:
[indent]Coincidentally born in Australia, most of his life was spent in the colonies. Growing up he traveled around a lot due to his fathers job and position in the U.N.S.C.

Like his father and his fathers father, Howell was born to serve and fly. He enlisted as soon as he could and with a natural talent he followed in the steps of his idols before him. He dedicated his life to the space core and aimed excessively high, reaching for every rank he could obtain as he followed the expectations laid out before him.

Suddenly he took a little veer to the path laid out before him, slowly having grown tired of the ever looming shadow cast by his families name he applied for an early promotion on an exploration mission.

He would go where his fathers had not. He would make his own name.

His family, including his grandad were all against the idea and scolded him for giving up the bright opportunity of following his fathers path. It was only his younger sister, studying to be a medical professional, who raised concern due to the worry of what might happen out there and if he should ever return. But his mind was made up. He was determined and nothing could stop him when his mind was made. He would take what ever position he could.[/indent]
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