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Service Record

Species: Human
Height: 6 foot – 4 inches
Weight: 198 lbs.

Shaidar wears his jet-black hair long and straight and in a topknot while on non-flight duty.  His skin color is an almost unnatural white that appears to have no natural pore structure unless closely inspected.  Shaidar’s eyes are the purest silver color imaginable.  His bearing is most unassuming and almost, but not quite, happy-go-lucky: unless seen in action on the training floor where he is reminiscent of a whirlwind of focused purpose.  In uniform it is very rare for any thing on or about Shaidar's person to appear out of place.  Off duty, out on the town or in the ship's recreation areas, everything about him is about comfort.

Shaidar is a man of few words, those he does choose to utter are quite poignant and thought out.

In early flight school, Shaidar appeared to understand the written material with little need for instruction.  Pilot has shown dogged rigidity toward all codified rules as they are written with little interpretation.

History:
  Shaidar had a colorful, and somewhat troubling, childhood.  The most interesting detail of which being that he was actually born in Hyperspace.
  Shaidar's parents were born on some backwater human settlement on the dark side of the seemingly most remote planet in the galaxy.  Planet name: Unknown.  There was a custom among the wealthy of this planet.  Wealth being measured by how far a family can travel in a day.  A newly wed couple must visit 37(some supposedly sacred number) different planets and return home within a year of their nuptials without using commercial or personally owned transport.  In other words, they had to negotiate berthing aboard other people’s vessels.  This ritual was supposedly to see if a marriage could withstand everything the galaxy could throw at it.
  Shaidar's parents having only visited 33(this number representing the most evil creature in the universe) planets believed it better not to return home as this would bring ruin to every endeavor they would undertake for the rest of there lives, or so the ritual claimed.  So, in less that a year these two pampered wastrels became nothing but cheep labor for the tramp freighters throughout the sector.
  Consequently Shaidar learned the theory of how to pilot a space transport before he reached the age of 10 standard years.  And had limited practical experience before his 15th year.
  When he was 16 his parents, tired of the star fairing life, settled down planet side but Shaidar was in love with the stars, and space itself.  He discovered that he couldn't get a good nights sleep unless the only thing he could see out a view port was stars, planet side felt too confining to him.
  For 3 years Shaidar crewed various tramp freighters never finding a place the ran precise enough for him.  Then one day after transiting out of hyperspace, the freighter he was crewing on fell prey to pirates.  Fortunately an Imperial Patrol Cruiser was close enough to respond the the distress signal in time.
  Shaidar's first sight of TIE Interceptors will forever be en grained in his psyche: the pinpoint accuracy of the shots targeted to disable  and not destroy the pirate fighters; because they must stand trial for their deeds, the way the cruiser deftly corralled the Pirate Corvette enabling the Interceptors to disable main power to facilitate tractoring of the ship, and finally the look of the Naval Officers in the immaculate uniforms when they offered to assist with repairs of the freighter.
  On the spot Shaidar knew he had found his place in the Universe.  It took him 2 long years to find a recruiting office, after one freighter pilot gig to another slowly working his way toward their area of influence (These Imperials were rumored to be located somewhere in a region called Wild Space), and less than 30 seconds to sign the paperwork.

Howdy, Dark- and welcome to the Imperial Naval Academy.  I'm the Officer of Training (TO) and I or Tomas (he's the TX) will be passing you through this little place we called BT.  Either way- your work has to be okay with us before you get put in a fighter group.

In that respect, I'm actually going to disagree with Jeg, here- he's right: the bio needs expandings, but that's not necessarilly required in this stage of training.  Generally, we look at this bio as a rough outline- if there's something that's totally impossible or breaks some of our basic rules, then we'll call you on it, but as long as you've got a character with some basic identifying traits (for the sake of writing, that is- you don't wanna write about a character.  There is one thing I can tell you that will immedietly improve the quality/look of your bio: don't indent, lol.  It just looks messy on our ComNet for whatever reason: try to write in a block format.

Otherwise- I'd say it's fairly decent.  Just note that the VE is a faction that is well away from the Core: it's actually a part of our storyline to make it back to the core; we're in Wild Space, so you'd have to run across us there.  Anywho- I'd pass ya for this part and move ya on to Chapter 2.  Thanks for gettin a bio up- can't wait to see your work from the next chapter (there's a breif assignment on maneuvers- remember to post it here!).  BLAH!