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[SUB][COLOR=cecece]Robert  "Flyboy"  Hernandez
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[SUB][COLOR=758186]P R E S E N C E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=bcbcbc]
	Present will there ever be hope in a world where the light dares shows it's face.

Moralism meant everything when you looked at a moral compass, who to save who to give up. It was a hard choice for some and those in between but you had to try - giving up meant they win. With the recent events in the years that came it was important to keep one's humanity. Those who didn't keep it were just monsters, they were the monsters being fought.

It was hard not to become one, striving with each step Robert kept it like he always did. Cool, Collected, Charamstic. Even funny? Hell, god was a comedian.[/color]

[SUB][COLOR=758186]C H R O N I C L E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=bcbcbc]
	[center]Hail to the king.

Flying high in the sky with his team is what mattered, being a pilot and fighting those who opposed a nation's will that was the dream. It was crushed at such a young age when the Stigma hit the planet without a second thought, perhaps his dream to fly would return after the war or perhaps in another bleak life. Though Robert shared a rare trait some barely thought they'd ever possess - being an Aeon, being stuffed with spirits. In all sense, this king of the skies was a god killer and that's all that mattered.

Smelling the roses and contemplating the who and the why of what happened with the Stifgma would come with self reflection after the war, as soon as Robert was old enough he signed up. Warfare seemed like the goto choice but in reality went with the navigators as he did have a chance to touch and fly a jet amongst other vehicles but it was a ll boring. The Stigma had ruined it all, but Robert persisted through these times.

Being the lead in his field he downed and squashed as many fungus-bois that dared reared their heads towards him, he's flown a variety of sorties of the years in the UDF which has earned him the reputation of being an Ace. The nick name of flyboy has simply stuck with him since, and it was endearing but not everything was about him just being an ace. Being a famous Aeon had it's perks, especially during the war.

Despite being able to melt and belt his way through most demons or creatures that came his way Robert remained for the most part as a supportive role, a healer. Not everything had to be death and despair, not everything had to be answered with violence.

Yet, if it's a war they want then nuclear fire is what they'll get.[/center]

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[SUB][COLOR=758186]F O R C E[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=bcbcbc]
	Anything that slings led hangs on the hip of Hernandez, usually a .357 because bad ass can't be defined by a gun alone the style is the key.

Outside of that, assault rifles are the norm - but let's get to brass tacks.

The force inside of him usually revolves around, golden barriers, healing rays and orbs the type that keep you on the up and up and from - well dying.

The otherside of the coin is a volatile, nuclear hellfire that well. A mixture of earth and fire abilities allowed him to turn the ground into a molten lava, a nuclear hell hole if given the chance.


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[SUB][COLOR=758186]T R I V I A[/COLOR][/SUB][hr][color=bcbcbc]
	Avid lover of cats.
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