Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
NAME: Davin Jusik
Faction: The Empire
Callsign: DREX
RANK: Lieutenant, Imperial Navy, Bomber Flight Lead
SPECIES: HuMaN
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 190lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, untrained beyond learned meditation and unconcious help while flying.
Gear: Bomber-https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/tie-hb-bruiser.135149/
Armor- https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/new-imperial-flight-suit.139508/
Firearms- https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/sr-26-submachine-gun.2301/
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
S: BomberMan- Very well aquantied with the Empire's class of heavy bomber, natural pilot.
Objective- Very goal oriented, able to put himself in check for accomplishing a mission or personal task. A learned strength
B:Loyal-strapped to a sinking ship, he will fight until it's sunk if ordered. The same fanaticism makes him fight and fly harder than most. The Navy is his family, and he will not let them down.
W: Orphan- Rough, traumatizing childhood and early adulthood, followed by immediate military service. Has trouble connecting will others in a meaninful way. Constantly fights old patterns of thought.
Ghosts, Burden of Command- Most of the few friends he did have, are dead as a result of their service, many of which died while flying with Davin. He earned his lead spot when the last turned to atoms.
APPEARANCE:
Buzz cut and clean shaven, fierce analyzing eyes and a wolfish manner. Though his eyes may betray a hint of sadness to the perceptive.
PERSONNEL FILE: Born on Bespin to a pair of less than reputable humans, Davin found himself without parents rather quickly. He was sheltered in one of Tibannopolis's three crowded orphanages and spent his infancy in the care of strangers. The group that ran the orphanage was a religious order, dedicated to the lighter aspects of the force, or divinity, and attempted to instill the best values in the children possible. In spite of the conditions they found themselves forced to deal with. Times were hard across the galaxy and the forgotten tended to stay that way.
Davin took to the instruction with a ferver that surprised his caretakers. He spent his early years in meditation, when possible, paying attention as much as he could in the classes they were blessed with. The crowded and often violent environment wore on Davin, learning painful lessons from his peers at a young age. They were angry, abandoned children and acted as such. Davin learned to act in kind to maintain some semblance of peace within his wing. As he aged he began to pick up bad habits from the older children. Many of them were already commiting a variety of offences and saw something of themselves in his defiance.
What began as a credit here and there evolved into him being ejected from the orphanage by the age of sixteen. Full of spite, Davin commited fully to the lifestyle that had been adopted by the others, running with a local swoop gang. A gang that went by Bonegnawers, a tribute to the Tatooinian beast. The teenager quickly distinguished himself from his fellows, flying with reckless abandon and earning a reputation for cunning action. For a time the orphan felt as though he'd found himself, but a grating noise in the back of his mind wouldn't allow him to relax. There was something cold about everything he did. Ever cruel event he participated in built into pressure within his own mind. He increasingly became eratic, taking risker jobs and giving less back to his compatriots. This escalated until he found himself literally and figuratively shot in the back by his adopted family. Davin was left to die in the rain and by all rights should've, at the age of eighteen.
The Force smiled on him and the youth awoke in a sterile hospital. Instead of the gruff local police he expected, stood a man that looked like a normal civilian, baring his haircut and odd hat. The man offered him a choice. Join the Imperial Navy, right then, without any sort of promises of anything, or be returned to the street. Davin didn't think he'd smiled so wide in his entire life, thanking the force for the twist of fate and vowing to follow the right hand path. Agreeing immediately, the man relaxed, smiled, and introduced himself as Commander Duperior of the TIE Starfighter Corps. The Commander had heard of the young man's exploits while visiting family and being an eccentric sort, decided to see if Davin had what it took to be a TIE Pilot. Basic has been a return to many of the lessons the Order had tried to instill in the orphans under their care. A stern shape up that he desperately needed after two years of living in the land of do-as-you-please. Davin had initially struggled with the team orientes structure of the Navy, after a lifetime of living only for himself. His attention to his studies had proven vital to passing the preliminaries to Flight School and he passed his academics with a satisfactory score. The skies and void around the Flight Academy was where he shined.
An instinct. That's what they told him he had. Excelling in both TIE Fighter and Interceptor models, acheiving the highest scores in his class. The elation of the achievement followed him into the bomber portion of his training, where he acheived similar results. Davin was set on flying with the dogs, rushing into battle and sending plasma screeching across space towars nimble fighters. Jusik nearly dropped his orders when after graduation he was assigned to a new TIE-HB, the heaviest of the bombers available to the Starfighter Corps, with Commander Duperior's Flight.
Davin did as he was bid and set off for his new post aboard the Tartarus Class Imperitor, keeping his bearing throughout the process. Despite his well masked dissapointment, his Commander saw through the facade, smiling as Davin reported in for the first time. He spoke casually, calmly, a methodical cadence that the Ensign would learn to immulate. Duperior asked him to recite casualty statistics for quick strike force bombers, running through a breakdown from ship to ship, all academy knowledge. They went through his test flight records, The Commander pointing out where he'd succeded where others had failed. Duperior spared him reminding him of his duty. He spent roughly half a hour reminding him of things the pilot already knew.
"You're flying an explosive bus. With or without an escort. You will be being shot at. Your fellows will die around you. There's people really counting on you to perform, everytime you leave the hangar. Swinging through obstacles and plasma. Not a lot of our people can do that job, particularly long enough to make a pension. I think you might be able to. Can you?"
Davin couldn't have shouted an affirmation more enthusiastically than if he'd been promoted to Moff. The rest of the squadron reacted with a mixture of amusement and annoyance at the fresh faced "Rah Rah" recruit. Twenty and unaware of the horrors that awaited him. The QRF responded to various events with and without other naval elements. Davin proved his Commander correct, becoming a hawk in spite of the odds. Facing mortality with a calmness and small mental reminders of his duty. [WiP, War Stories otw]
SHIP:https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/tie-hb-bruiser.135149/ DREX
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
ROLE-PLAYS:
Faction: The Empire
Callsign: DREX
RANK: Lieutenant, Imperial Navy, Bomber Flight Lead
SPECIES: HuMaN
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 190lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, untrained beyond learned meditation and unconcious help while flying.
Gear: Bomber-https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/tie-hb-bruiser.135149/
Armor- https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/new-imperial-flight-suit.139508/
Firearms- https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/sr-26-submachine-gun.2301/
Approved Tech - S-6A
Intent: Pistol for use by Republic Military and Law Enforcement Development Thread: No Hero Unit: No Manufacturer: BlasTech Industries Model: S-6A Affiliation: Republic Military and Law Enforcement Entities, Mostly Republic Army Modularity: Suppressor, power cell extender Production...
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
S: BomberMan- Very well aquantied with the Empire's class of heavy bomber, natural pilot.
Objective- Very goal oriented, able to put himself in check for accomplishing a mission or personal task. A learned strength
B:Loyal-strapped to a sinking ship, he will fight until it's sunk if ordered. The same fanaticism makes him fight and fly harder than most. The Navy is his family, and he will not let them down.
W: Orphan- Rough, traumatizing childhood and early adulthood, followed by immediate military service. Has trouble connecting will others in a meaninful way. Constantly fights old patterns of thought.
Ghosts, Burden of Command- Most of the few friends he did have, are dead as a result of their service, many of which died while flying with Davin. He earned his lead spot when the last turned to atoms.
APPEARANCE:
Buzz cut and clean shaven, fierce analyzing eyes and a wolfish manner. Though his eyes may betray a hint of sadness to the perceptive.
PERSONNEL FILE: Born on Bespin to a pair of less than reputable humans, Davin found himself without parents rather quickly. He was sheltered in one of Tibannopolis's three crowded orphanages and spent his infancy in the care of strangers. The group that ran the orphanage was a religious order, dedicated to the lighter aspects of the force, or divinity, and attempted to instill the best values in the children possible. In spite of the conditions they found themselves forced to deal with. Times were hard across the galaxy and the forgotten tended to stay that way.
Davin took to the instruction with a ferver that surprised his caretakers. He spent his early years in meditation, when possible, paying attention as much as he could in the classes they were blessed with. The crowded and often violent environment wore on Davin, learning painful lessons from his peers at a young age. They were angry, abandoned children and acted as such. Davin learned to act in kind to maintain some semblance of peace within his wing. As he aged he began to pick up bad habits from the older children. Many of them were already commiting a variety of offences and saw something of themselves in his defiance.
What began as a credit here and there evolved into him being ejected from the orphanage by the age of sixteen. Full of spite, Davin commited fully to the lifestyle that had been adopted by the others, running with a local swoop gang. A gang that went by Bonegnawers, a tribute to the Tatooinian beast. The teenager quickly distinguished himself from his fellows, flying with reckless abandon and earning a reputation for cunning action. For a time the orphan felt as though he'd found himself, but a grating noise in the back of his mind wouldn't allow him to relax. There was something cold about everything he did. Ever cruel event he participated in built into pressure within his own mind. He increasingly became eratic, taking risker jobs and giving less back to his compatriots. This escalated until he found himself literally and figuratively shot in the back by his adopted family. Davin was left to die in the rain and by all rights should've, at the age of eighteen.
The Force smiled on him and the youth awoke in a sterile hospital. Instead of the gruff local police he expected, stood a man that looked like a normal civilian, baring his haircut and odd hat. The man offered him a choice. Join the Imperial Navy, right then, without any sort of promises of anything, or be returned to the street. Davin didn't think he'd smiled so wide in his entire life, thanking the force for the twist of fate and vowing to follow the right hand path. Agreeing immediately, the man relaxed, smiled, and introduced himself as Commander Duperior of the TIE Starfighter Corps. The Commander had heard of the young man's exploits while visiting family and being an eccentric sort, decided to see if Davin had what it took to be a TIE Pilot. Basic has been a return to many of the lessons the Order had tried to instill in the orphans under their care. A stern shape up that he desperately needed after two years of living in the land of do-as-you-please. Davin had initially struggled with the team orientes structure of the Navy, after a lifetime of living only for himself. His attention to his studies had proven vital to passing the preliminaries to Flight School and he passed his academics with a satisfactory score. The skies and void around the Flight Academy was where he shined.
An instinct. That's what they told him he had. Excelling in both TIE Fighter and Interceptor models, acheiving the highest scores in his class. The elation of the achievement followed him into the bomber portion of his training, where he acheived similar results. Davin was set on flying with the dogs, rushing into battle and sending plasma screeching across space towars nimble fighters. Jusik nearly dropped his orders when after graduation he was assigned to a new TIE-HB, the heaviest of the bombers available to the Starfighter Corps, with Commander Duperior's Flight.
Davin did as he was bid and set off for his new post aboard the Tartarus Class Imperitor, keeping his bearing throughout the process. Despite his well masked dissapointment, his Commander saw through the facade, smiling as Davin reported in for the first time. He spoke casually, calmly, a methodical cadence that the Ensign would learn to immulate. Duperior asked him to recite casualty statistics for quick strike force bombers, running through a breakdown from ship to ship, all academy knowledge. They went through his test flight records, The Commander pointing out where he'd succeded where others had failed. Duperior spared him reminding him of his duty. He spent roughly half a hour reminding him of things the pilot already knew.
"You're flying an explosive bus. With or without an escort. You will be being shot at. Your fellows will die around you. There's people really counting on you to perform, everytime you leave the hangar. Swinging through obstacles and plasma. Not a lot of our people can do that job, particularly long enough to make a pension. I think you might be able to. Can you?"
Davin couldn't have shouted an affirmation more enthusiastically than if he'd been promoted to Moff. The rest of the squadron reacted with a mixture of amusement and annoyance at the fresh faced "Rah Rah" recruit. Twenty and unaware of the horrors that awaited him. The QRF responded to various events with and without other naval elements. Davin proved his Commander correct, becoming a hawk in spite of the odds. Facing mortality with a calmness and small mental reminders of his duty. [WiP, War Stories otw]
SHIP:https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/tie-hb-bruiser.135149/ DREX
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
ROLE-PLAYS:
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