*unofficial* quartermaster...
"Quartermaster"
Dirk Mithras
Dirk Mithras
| ...name... dirk mithras ...faction... confederacy of independent systems ...rank... private ...species... human ...age... 18 ...sex... male ...height... 6'4" ...weight... 220 lbs ...eyes... violet ...hair... dirty blond ...skin... tan | 
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...force sensitive...
yes
...force trained...
no
...strengths...
...prepared...
he isn't called the quartermaster for no reason, dirk utilizes his large stature and excellent physique to carry extra utilities and equipment for each mission. there is rarely a time when he is caught off guard
...mean and agile...
punches like a truck and dances like a butterfly. while larger than most average humans, he trains his strength and agility constantly to match or outpace anything bigger or smaller
...ambidextrous daredevil...
his instincts, senses and dexterity truly shine when he's in a cockpit of a starfighter. dirk favors aggressive and risky gambles over traditional engagements and strategies, pushing his ride or die mentality onto his squadron mates. while some may criticize his maverick belligerence, his piloting skills and reactionary and insidious starfighter squadron tactics are unmatched.
...weaknesses...
...paranoid...
his anxiety and general distrust of others is problematic when it comes to social interactions and being a normal member of society. who else will tripwire the entire area around their house with explosive?
"don't forget to look up"
- Dirk Mithras
ends justify the means, dirk doesn't play any games when it comes to completing his objectives. morality is for the victors.
...addicted...
oh lord, get this man his fix, or hell will rain upon a moving 10-foot radius. stimcaf for breakfast, combat stims for lunch, and glitterstim for dinner.
constantly on missions, his helmet is more recognizable than his own face. while he's flying, he sports a purple starfighter pilot helmet and a black spacesuit. while he's boots on the ground, he wears whatever armor set is least damaged at all times. and in the field, he is constantly swapping out armor parts and plates off of fallen comrades and enemies (under cover and when they aren't shooting at him, of course).
on the off occasion that he is helmetless, his dirty blond hair messily sits on top of a rugged and chiseled appearance that blankly stares off into the void. tall and imposing in stature, his tanned face often peeks above others and is easily spotted in a crowded room. he is considered to be good looking in a roguish way, although his unkempt appearance does little to enhance that (for some, the contrary though).
even though the doctors repair the damages of the battlefield, he's never quite fully healed or the perfect image of health. scars, bruises, and burns litter his body, randomly disappearing and appearing over the course of time as they constantly fix him up and he constantly ruins all their good efforts and progress. as he cares little of his appearance, his face is often marred with superficial wounds.
...biography...
from a young age, he has always been involved with the military one way or another. growing up as an army brat and groomed to be a soldier with a heavy supplement of tough love, questionably sourced gene mods, and endless training. as soon as he turned 18, he got dumped into the confederacy's army training program and was recruited to join the CDC for being too good to be a mere grunt, cannon fodder, janitor, or glorified planetary security guard. ah, damn, his hopes and dreams of a cushy and laidback job crushed by the damn ministry of logistics. at least he got a killer life insurance package to have the biggest and baddest funeral attended by one dead dirk, buried in a sea of credits.
...ship...
CSS Wyvern
......model: something confederate
......features: its painted black and purple. may be rigged with explosives for completely legitimate and reasonable security concerns. always packed to the brim with additional proton torpedoes and explosive knick-knacks.
......status: operational (for now).
...kills...
unknown
...bounties collected...
unknown
...roleplays...
- none
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