Howdy, I'm the Adjudent of Training and thus- your trainer.  Go to the message center to find a letter from me detailing your training for BT and FL. 

As for your bio, since you've started on it...

The whole transition bit is nice, but we need to make sure some things get across to us.  Number one, I assume your character is a man by the way you spoke of him with 'he'...  You might want to add that to the top.  However, what about emotional description?  You completely skipped over that.  As much as you'd like to keep things from those your writing with so you can 'surprise' them, you need to let them in on how your character acts.  Is he happy, sad, negetive, forgetful?  This is your opportunity to let others in on how to describe your character.  Do it to it man.  Post the re-written bio here when your done.  Welcome to the VEN.
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/ESN Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

is that all you can muster? Come on tell us more, we'd all like to read it.

Plus it's still murder if your government orders you to do it, you just won't go to jail.
 
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Corporal Yillis
Iron Horse Squad

TRP/CPL Yillis/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [WM] [GS]
Rep/GameRep Yillis/GameRep: 6/Gaming Division/VET /VE

Name: Malo Jewell
Handle: Malo Jewell
Gender/Species: Male/Human
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Homeworld: Mantessa

Background: Born within the jungles of Mantessa. Raised by parents Kriton, and Breia Jewell. Upon successful completion of right of passage into manhood, according to his planet's traditions, he took a freighter off-world. His travels eventually led him to Coruscant, where he struggled to find his way among the daily rabble that seek to profit in the Empire. For 2, perspectively long, years he scraped, scrubbed, and charred his fingers to the bone to eat. Having been taught only the skill of farming, and Coruscant being a planet with no farms his options were either mediocre, or unlawful.

6 days ago he was cleaning the glorth pits underneath the local club, and just happened to catch a holo-cast...*An image flickers to life of a man standing upon the deck of an ISD* "The galaxy is a perilous place. Join us, and help make 'your' galaxy a better place. Join the Empire!" *The image is then replaced by a revolving Imperial symbol* His heart began to race rapidly. He had found his calling. He had found his home. He would finally make a difference...

Interview revealed a very intelligent, and talented individual. Psychiatric evaluation revealed a very centered, and serious young man with a passion for the Empire. No former flight experience found. No record of military training found. End Transmission.

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It's not murder if your government orders you to do it.

VEBAT is done. I've just finished taking the Aviator's Exam. Thank you for the welcome, and approval.

 
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It's not murder if your government orders you to do it.