Character Miles Ayre

[Miles Ayre]

Miles Ayre

NAME: Miles Ayre

FACTION: The Verge Flotilla

OCCUPATION: Pilot

SPECIES: Human

AGE: 33

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 5ft11 (180cm)

WEIGHT: 13 stone 7lbs (189lbs)

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Black

SKIN: Fair

FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Flying - Miles is a naturally gifted flyer, a gift he has inherited from his mother, he can fly almost anything, at incredible speeds. On top of his natural ability he has military training in his back pocket, formerly a member of the Corellian Spacefighter Corps before deserting, Miles has more experience than most and will use all of it to vanquish whatever he faces.

Confidence - Something he has always had, whether thats in the middle of a dogfight in space or in a bar opposite a beautiful woman, the Corellian back himself in any situation.

Overconfidence - Something he has always suffered with, confidence is a good thing, overconfidence is not. Whether it's down to his belief in the old Corellian luck, or purely down to the fact he always seems to come up smelling of roses, Miles is overconfident and it will get him in to trouble pointlessly at times.

Hot headed - Miles has always been short tempered, it's what get's him into situations he didn't have to get into. He doesn't take well to insults or even casting glances if truth be told, and matched with his lack of patience he's never to far away from getting into at the least an argument with someone. It's this attribute that has led him to where he is now, he didn't have the patience for others to deal out justice and as a result has been on the run for well over a decade.

APPEARANCE:
Miles is a good-looking, well-built man of average height. His hair is generally messy, having usually had a helmet on however, he can tame it if needed. Miles takes care of his physique in his down time and although he is proud of it, he rarely shows it off as he generally wears his flight suit so as to not waste time when he needs to be called into action.

BIOGRAPHY:
Miles was born on Corellia, his father was a Corellian native and a very well respected senior engineer in the Corellian Engineering Corporation, his mother was originally from Tatooine and made a name for herself as a leading Swoop racer, once she settled on Corellia she also had a tendency to take part in illegal Pit racing of which she was highly talented too. As such the family were revered by many and Miles had a relatively comfortable early life. He was brought up around spaceships and racing and naturally took a liking to both things, taking control of his first Swoop racer at an age most parents would cringe at, he had a natural affinity with machines and flying. Fast.

Taking after his mother, Miles found himself in trouble on numerous occasions as he took part in Pit races, and generally raced anything he could get his hands on. Thankfully, a lot of his troubles disappeared, in part down to the family name, his mother had made many a gambler a massive amount of money, and his father had helped many a smuggler upgrade their ships to outrun the law, as a result the family were very well-connected.

Miles' father managed to get him an apprenticeship with the CEC and it looked as if he would follow in his fathers foot steps as he appeared to have his mind, unfortunately though Miles' need for speed and reckless nature lost him that chance when he was caught using customers ships for illegal racing.

In a last ditch attempt to "sort Miles out" he was sent to serve in the Corellian Defence Force. Determined not to let down his family again, Miles kept his head down for the majority and eventually became an integral asset to the Starfighter Corps, he showed an incredible aptitude for flying at speeds much higher than most.

Eventually settled, Miles' world was rocked when his mother and father were murdered. Although the case has never been solved, it is widely accepted that it was a local crime lord who had lost a massive amount of credits on a race Miles' mother shouldn't have been a part of. With no justice in sight, Miles took matters into his own hands, commandeering one of the fleets T-85 X-wing's, Miles obliterated the crime lord's known residence with the ship before deserting, taking the X-wing with him.

Miles went into hiding for quite some time after this, finding a small spaceport where no-one asked any questions he got to work on the stolen X-wing, ensuring any tracking devices had been removed and working on some slight modifications to ensure he would be able to outrun anyone in a stock spec T-85. Following on from this he took on any work that he could find for anyone who didn't ask too many questions, as a result his work was mainly illegal and very dangerous, his skill set matched the work and there was plenty of it about. He did many things he wasn't proud of, many things his parents wouldn't have been impressed with, but when you're a wanted man, you get desperate.

After years of running, smuggling, battling and just generally surviving Miles stumbled upon his spiritual home, The Verge Flotilla, a rag tag band of survivors sick of Sith Oppression who asked no questions of your past, only what you could bring to the table, and Miles could bring a lot to the table, he had years of contacts, years of experience, military training and most importantly he was quite possibly one of the best pilots the fleet had ever seen and that matched with his T-85 made him a prime candidate for the Saberdarts - the Flotilla's mismatched squadron that would give any Starfighter Corps a run for their money, mainly because the majority of them were absolutely mad and had nothing to lose.

SHIP:
Miles owns (illegally) a modified T-85 X-wing

ITEMS:
Flight suit and helmet with tactical visor, 2xCDEF Blaster Pistol, Combat knife

KILLS:
No PC's, numerous dogfights and illegal missions may have left a trail of bodies after him...

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None

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