Basic Data
CMDR Xolarix
Real Name: Vincent. Last name unknown.
Current Ship: Cobra Mk. III
Reserve Ships: Viper, Cobra Mk. III (he has two)
Completed Flight Training on: 24-12-3200.
Was able to pass the "Incursion" simulation training after 5 tries.
Physical Data:
Blue-greyish eyes.
Brown Hair.
Light-skinned.
1.96 metres tall.
weight 85kg.
Bio
Born on V1688 Aquilae A4, Vincent was raised as a normal spaceborn kid, living on Thompson Terminal after his parents decided to move to the orbis station above the planet shortly after he was born. They had a cheap home on the middle habitat ring. His father is a Levitrucker who transports the various organic produce around the station. As a kid, Vincent often went along on free days. His mother is a nurse on the central hospital. He also has two siblings: A younger sister, and a younger brother.
When not at school, or driving along on the Levitruck with his dad, he was always watching the spaceships coming in and out of the station, and wandered around on the outer ring, admiring the views as they rotated.
He always felt so small, yet he knew that we could travel to the stars to the very edge of the galaxy. And one day, he would go there.
When he turned 16, he started to work at the same hospital as his mother, but then in the kitchen as a cook.
He finished his school education at the age of 18. Graduated in quantum engineering, combined with an additional few courses in philosophy and economy.
At this age, he also befriended a space pilot. A girl named Tess. Not much later, it became more than that.
At age 22, he said his goodbye to everything on Thompson Terminal, and went along with Tess who flew him to Eravate, to start his training as a space pilot. Tess flew a Type 7 Transporter, and was a trader.
The first hyperjump scared Vincent. In a few seconds, he was further away from home than he ever was. And he was in a completely different star system; Eravate.
One year later, he graduated flight training on Cleve Hub, and got his Sidewinder. Immediately he began to do missions, helping various contacts. Through this, he gathered quite a network of people he knew, and became quite known in the local area.
He progressed from a Sidewinder, into a Hauler, into a Cobra within a few weeks.
Unfortunately, a tragic incident occurred at this moment.
Tess' ship malfunctioned after a hyperjump on a routine trade route, and plummetted her and her escape pod into a star.
The loss, of course, was difficult to cope with for Xolarix. He quit flying for two months, and instead drowned his sorrows with plenty of alcohol.
After that, he knew what he had to do. He got into space for a reason. He had a Cobra Mk. III. With the money he earned from missions and some low-level trading, he refitted his ship to jump far. Very far. He needed a distance from himself, and civilization.
So he did. On that same day he decided to quit drinking and refitted his ship... he also travelled over 500 light years away from the nearest human outpost. He travelled to the Coalsack region, and just sat there for days. Explored the planets, the nebula. He felt peaceful, alone out here, in the deep darkness of space.
His ship however had worse problems. His cockpit window was showing cracks after he flew a bit too close to a neutron star and got caught in its gravity well. He needed to go back and repair. He felt aimless out here anyway. But that was the goal, wasn't it?
Life itself is without direction, without meaning. Except that which you give it. And now... he lost a loved one. And he still had so much time to live... alone. It was depressing to think about, yet at this moment, way out here... Xolarix felt it empowered him. He would search for a new purpose.
He slowly travelled back to human controlled space, and eventually reached a system that he doesn't recall the name of. But it had an Orbis station, and this is where he repaired. It was an empire-controlled system, as was the station.
As he docked and walked around the station, Xolarix was not used to many of the things here. If anything, he sort of had a culture shock. He felt it was all so sophisticated, yet also had something... medieval with it.
He was used to the independent way of doing things, or the federal way. But the imperials seem to have it all figured out. Grand aesthetics. Form over function, and anything that functioned, still did so with as much grace as possible.
The only thing he didn't understand, was the need for slavery. The Empire in itself is rich enough to waive all debts of all its citizens ten times over. Why was something so beautiful as this, tainted by something this primitive?
Xolarix shaked his head at this point. He was all for a beautiful society. Brutally honest, yet also unforgiving. Maybe it was a neccesary evil, those slaves? Or maybe, there is an other option.
He remembered his early life on Thompson Terminal, how he looked at the stars, at the spaceships... he had that same feeling now. He had a purpose again.
Afterwards, he decided he didn't want to do trade runs anymore. So he started to hunt for bounties, protect the local miners. He hunted for a short while, but found the configuration of the Cobra lacking. Its signature also made it too big, way too easily hit by pirates. So he spent his first bounty money on buying a Viper.
He proved to be somewhat skilled at combat, because most pilots still use flight assist. Xolarix didn't. At least, not in combat. He could do crazy maneuvers, and his Viper's beam lasers would easily cut a ship in half. He killed several high-skilled Anacondas like this too, attacking from their blind spot.
After several weeks of fighting, he had enough money. And he decided to go do missions for the Empire now, move up in their ranks.
He wanted to go to the imperial Capitol. He wanted to fly the mighty Imperial Clipper. And for all that, he would need to use his old skills to find contacts and network with people. Just like he did when he just started piloting. The only problem is the imperial culture. He doesn't quite feel at home yet, and lacks their mannerisms, and their quirky accents... he would adopt them, sure. But it will take time.
This is his story until now. His dream is to becomen advisor for the Senate, if not a Senator himself. But he will see how far he'll go.
For now, his allegiance lies with Princess Aisling Duval. Although, he's still somewhat on the fence. She's the daughter of a mentally ill person. And that may prove to be problematic if it's genetic.
CMDR Xolarix
Real Name: Vincent. Last name unknown.
Current Ship: Cobra Mk. III
Reserve Ships: Viper, Cobra Mk. III (he has two)
Completed Flight Training on: 24-12-3200.
Was able to pass the "Incursion" simulation training after 5 tries.
Physical Data:
Blue-greyish eyes.
Brown Hair.
Light-skinned.
1.96 metres tall.
weight 85kg.
Bio
Born on V1688 Aquilae A4, Vincent was raised as a normal spaceborn kid, living on Thompson Terminal after his parents decided to move to the orbis station above the planet shortly after he was born. They had a cheap home on the middle habitat ring. His father is a Levitrucker who transports the various organic produce around the station. As a kid, Vincent often went along on free days. His mother is a nurse on the central hospital. He also has two siblings: A younger sister, and a younger brother.
When not at school, or driving along on the Levitruck with his dad, he was always watching the spaceships coming in and out of the station, and wandered around on the outer ring, admiring the views as they rotated.
He always felt so small, yet he knew that we could travel to the stars to the very edge of the galaxy. And one day, he would go there.
When he turned 16, he started to work at the same hospital as his mother, but then in the kitchen as a cook.
He finished his school education at the age of 18. Graduated in quantum engineering, combined with an additional few courses in philosophy and economy.
At this age, he also befriended a space pilot. A girl named Tess. Not much later, it became more than that.
At age 22, he said his goodbye to everything on Thompson Terminal, and went along with Tess who flew him to Eravate, to start his training as a space pilot. Tess flew a Type 7 Transporter, and was a trader.
The first hyperjump scared Vincent. In a few seconds, he was further away from home than he ever was. And he was in a completely different star system; Eravate.
One year later, he graduated flight training on Cleve Hub, and got his Sidewinder. Immediately he began to do missions, helping various contacts. Through this, he gathered quite a network of people he knew, and became quite known in the local area.
He progressed from a Sidewinder, into a Hauler, into a Cobra within a few weeks.
Unfortunately, a tragic incident occurred at this moment.
Tess' ship malfunctioned after a hyperjump on a routine trade route, and plummetted her and her escape pod into a star.
The loss, of course, was difficult to cope with for Xolarix. He quit flying for two months, and instead drowned his sorrows with plenty of alcohol.
After that, he knew what he had to do. He got into space for a reason. He had a Cobra Mk. III. With the money he earned from missions and some low-level trading, he refitted his ship to jump far. Very far. He needed a distance from himself, and civilization.
So he did. On that same day he decided to quit drinking and refitted his ship... he also travelled over 500 light years away from the nearest human outpost. He travelled to the Coalsack region, and just sat there for days. Explored the planets, the nebula. He felt peaceful, alone out here, in the deep darkness of space.
His ship however had worse problems. His cockpit window was showing cracks after he flew a bit too close to a neutron star and got caught in its gravity well. He needed to go back and repair. He felt aimless out here anyway. But that was the goal, wasn't it?
Life itself is without direction, without meaning. Except that which you give it. And now... he lost a loved one. And he still had so much time to live... alone. It was depressing to think about, yet at this moment, way out here... Xolarix felt it empowered him. He would search for a new purpose.
He slowly travelled back to human controlled space, and eventually reached a system that he doesn't recall the name of. But it had an Orbis station, and this is where he repaired. It was an empire-controlled system, as was the station.
As he docked and walked around the station, Xolarix was not used to many of the things here. If anything, he sort of had a culture shock. He felt it was all so sophisticated, yet also had something... medieval with it.
He was used to the independent way of doing things, or the federal way. But the imperials seem to have it all figured out. Grand aesthetics. Form over function, and anything that functioned, still did so with as much grace as possible.
The only thing he didn't understand, was the need for slavery. The Empire in itself is rich enough to waive all debts of all its citizens ten times over. Why was something so beautiful as this, tainted by something this primitive?
Xolarix shaked his head at this point. He was all for a beautiful society. Brutally honest, yet also unforgiving. Maybe it was a neccesary evil, those slaves? Or maybe, there is an other option.
He remembered his early life on Thompson Terminal, how he looked at the stars, at the spaceships... he had that same feeling now. He had a purpose again.
Afterwards, he decided he didn't want to do trade runs anymore. So he started to hunt for bounties, protect the local miners. He hunted for a short while, but found the configuration of the Cobra lacking. Its signature also made it too big, way too easily hit by pirates. So he spent his first bounty money on buying a Viper.
He proved to be somewhat skilled at combat, because most pilots still use flight assist. Xolarix didn't. At least, not in combat. He could do crazy maneuvers, and his Viper's beam lasers would easily cut a ship in half. He killed several high-skilled Anacondas like this too, attacking from their blind spot.
After several weeks of fighting, he had enough money. And he decided to go do missions for the Empire now, move up in their ranks.
He wanted to go to the imperial Capitol. He wanted to fly the mighty Imperial Clipper. And for all that, he would need to use his old skills to find contacts and network with people. Just like he did when he just started piloting. The only problem is the imperial culture. He doesn't quite feel at home yet, and lacks their mannerisms, and their quirky accents... he would adopt them, sure. But it will take time.
This is his story until now. His dream is to becomen advisor for the Senate, if not a Senator himself. But he will see how far he'll go.
For now, his allegiance lies with Princess Aisling Duval. Although, he's still somewhat on the fence. She's the daughter of a mentally ill person. And that may prove to be problematic if it's genetic.
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