I did this in about 5 minutes, and I have to admit...it isnt my best work. It is a bit detailed in some areas, although(probebly good for the reader) It is considerably shorter then my average bio.
Here goes.
Name: Trevor Evenson
Preferred Callsign: Ace
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet 5 inches
Weight: 152lbs
Hair color: Blonde
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Special/Miscellaneous: Hair is long and tied back into a ponytail, and refuses to cut it. During combat, he tucks it into his flight suit to stay out of the way. Scar on his right arm, all the way from his wrist to his shoulder, caused by a run-in with pirates when he was younger.
History: Born on Nar Shadda, He grew up with smugglers who work for the Empire. When they were murdered by the Rebels (now the New Republic) He vowed his revenge in any way he could get it. He has had extensive flight experience, and has fought alongside the Imperial Navy before, but never as an actual Navy Pilot. He now wants to join the Imperials and get paid to hunt the Rebel/Republic Scum who killed his parents.
Sample:
Trevor pulled a barrel roll to avoid the X-wing`s fire.
"Ace to Reaper, I have an X on my tail, can you give me a hand?" He said calmly into his commlink. He pushed his throttle farther forward in an attempt to outrun the Newer X-wing in his old model Z95-Headhunter.This plan was quickly thwarted. The X-wing was on his tail like stink on a bantha.
"Reaper to Ace, I got him covered!" Said a voice over the comm., followed by a large explosion behind Trevor. Although he could not hear it, He could feel the intense heat for a second, before it vanished into the coldness of space.
"Thanks Reaper, I owe you."
"Time to request that favor." Reaper replied, "I have an X on my tail to...think you can give a helping hand?"
"Not a problem." Trevor said, looping around and arming his torpedo. He waited for a lock and fired. The X-wing must have noticed, because he pulled a tight left turn and the torpedo followed for a minute, but broke loose of its lock. "Damn!" Trevor cursed to himself.
He pulled a hard left, keeping on the X-wing`s tail. When the X-wing straightened out, he let loose a barrage of blaster fire, tearing the X-wing to shreds.
"Yeah!!" He yelled, pulling a slow barrel roll then checked his scanners. "Nothing...Good."
"Ok Reaper, Time to head home." He said happily, even though he enjoyed fighting the rebels.
EDIT: fixed problem with copy and paste out of MS Word.
[This message has been edited by
Trevor Evenson
(edited August 16, 2005
10:52:35 PM)]
[This message has been edited by
Trevor Evenson
(edited August 16, 2005
10:54:36 PM)]