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Johann Kaas
[fancybox4="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5d/87/c55d87e87c46c6dc08359c83ebd96795.jpg"]FULL NAME: Johann Ardent KaasAGE: 26
SPECIES: Echani
HEIGHT: 6'; 1.83 meters.
WEIGHT: 150.9 lbs; 68.4 kilograms.
EYE COLOR: Ice Blue
HAIR COLOR: Jet Black
SKIN COLOR: Warm Beige
MARKINGS: Single black Teutonic Cross tattoo, located in between the shoulder blades. A circle of a dead language's writ surrounds the the cross, repeating: Ich fliege mit den Flügeln des Feuers, und mein Pferd das Feuerschwinge! (I fly with wings of fire, and my horse the Firemaw!)
FACTION: The Paladins of Mortis (Pending)
RANK: Flight Lieutenant (Cavalier) (Pending)
Those who know Johann knows the spirit of a stallion lives within him, the same high spirited energy within him that drives him to pursue ever rising heights of daring marvels. Best known for not only for his aggressive yet highly skilled maneuvers but for his brash and hotheadedness outside of a fighter craft that makes him almost unbearable to be with. Despite the many reservations held against him by his peers no one can deny his professionalism behind the flight controls of a fighter ship and the relief of hearing his accented voice through the intercom. Even amongst the seas of indistinguishable black-suited pilots, his silver silk scarf denotes him from the rest with an air of prestige.
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While extremely aggressive, behind the cockpit he is an entirely different person: cool, calm and collected there can be no room for errors in his skies. Part hunter and part trapper, he is a relentless pursuer who forces his prey into a corner where the kill goes to the one with the fastest trigger finger. Coupled with dangerous maneuvers and the eye for precision shooting Johann's nickname 'The Dragon' is an apt word to describe a pilot with the terrifying kill count to make him an ace eight times over. As part of a team he has difficulty adjusting to a wingman, using a laissez-faire system to allow a greater degree of freedom between the duo. Done right, both pilots are more than capable of reacting faster than any team with the highest quality communications tool.
Though he is self-centered to the core, he can be surprisingly selfless in limited cases: Johann like everybody, has his own weak spots, the two most prevalent are children and maidens (Of which there is a fine line dividing maidens and women.). Be it incredibly inconveniencing for him, much like any challenges he simply cannot refuse and will almost always drag in a third party along. His penchant for troubles in bars has earned him many a spot on the black lists, but his loyalty to those who offer him respect and patience is unwavering and resolute. [/fancybox2]
BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox4="https://region4geeks.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/yama.png"] Johann hails from a very sordid childhood, born and raised as a street rat who fought and quarreled to scrape a life. An orphan for as long as he could remember, his education came mostly from experience, theft and copying others. Unfortunately this meant it was very easy for him to get into trouble and later, theft. While done out of necessity the tension and the rush with each successful slip was a tantalizing experience that drew him more to even more daring thefts. Yet as they say, after a thousand jumps even the squirrel can fall- being caught by the local authorities at the age of eight wasn't didn't scare him more than the thought of adapting to a new and drastic change. After finally getting used to a free and reckless lifestyle it was the long and hard hand of law that took everything away from it--and set him down into a welfare center, paid and sponsored by the planet's military governor that served as an early recruitment grounds. While this life of discipline and rules gave him more unnecessary troubles it also earned him a soft bed, warm food and companionship from the other children, even if none of them dared to approach the temperamental child. As if he had struck a deal with the devil, he learned to live under the expectations of society and grew better for it. His education became more formal though he still maintained his method of copying and improving- his grades were above average, never first but always second, something the Johann could never live up to this day. While these series of failures (in his eyes) were still great achievements by any standard it was an infuriating loss that pushed him on and on to take the winner's trophy for himself. Sadly throughout his first, second and third phase of education his position had been cemented as second best. There was however, something that no one could beat him at:
"Loving vomen and breaking zier 'arts, 'Sank you very much."
Past the graduation of the final stage of his education period Johann was left with the prospect of choosing a suitable career to pursue in his lifetime; it did not take long for him to return to his welfare center and ask for career options within the planet's local airforce. The flying angels above in the skies might as well have been Gods staring at him, and it also helped that women practically leapt into the arms of any self proclaimed pilot. He immediately seized the chance and soon distinguished himself as a ferocious student, determined to never be left in someone's shadow again. It was to no one's surprise that the orphan graduated top of his class, further nourishing a budding ego, which bloomed to beauty upon his first combat patrol: Scoring 6 out of the 11 kills of a pirate ambush force, his Ace status only served as a bragging point in every conversation. He would go on further and further, earning more distinctions and solidifying himself as a legendary ace status until a falling out with his unit commander sent him packing with a dishonorable discharge- along with a threat to never come near the commander's wife again.
"Eh, zhe had a baby aftervards- ist no longer mein problem, ja?"
No longer a part of his earlier force he set off on a journey to find redemption, peace, forgiveness, and to laugh at the gullible idiots who truly believed the last three things mentioned before this: After spending a week travelling bar to bar with a harsh trend of the boot he was left with no job, a bad reputation on his home planet with very little funds left in his bank account. When a notice for the recruitment of pilots for the Telos Defense Force came his way he packed his bags and took the first freighter out to Telos, where he signed up as a pilot. It wasn't long before he racked a reputation for being a sharp-tongued pilot who could keep his cool under fire. With three more ace scores under his belt his promotion to a flight lieutenant was not unexpected, though the dissent of his peers is evident by his loud mouthed attitude in the barracks. While certainly a pain to deal with on a day to day basis, his skills and talents are what defines him as a human being, not how and what he speaks of.
"Ze quickest vay to kill ze schwindehunde? Clip his vings und vatch him struggle to regain altitu- Oh you said quickest: I thought you mean most humiliating. Zat vould be eazy: Aim at ze dumpkoff und hold ze trigger."
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CHAPTER ONE
[fancybox4="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/89/50/d8/8950d8da4d6789b5c8e81d79a8cadb9c.jpg"] Nobody expected the end when it came. The fight appeared in a blink of an eye, stuck in the middle of a backwater planet so far from Republic jurisdiction and yet the defenders of Telos fought and on that day, the Dragon flew hard and fast; it chewed fighters and bombers alike as its wings were slowly clipped bit by bit. In the end, even immortals can fall to the ground and for the first time in his life Johann experienced loss unlike no other: forced to abandoned his aircraft the pilot could only watch from the safety of his ejection seat as the battle wrapped up before his eyes. The end was brutal and quick and left very little to remember.
Scavengers flocked after the battle and it wasn't long until an upstart crew salvaged a live castaway, the one reported survivor. He might have fetched a high price on the slave market but they'd never know: even without a mount the pilot bit back against his captors and with speed and daring hijacked the scavenger's freighters which like the wreckage around them, was nearly half dead. But it had a hyperdrive engine, and all non-compliant crew members had been forced to walk the plank- it would suffice.
At the helm of a rickety ship Johann and his crew landed the ship at the closest planet, where the salvage was sold and the lion's share given to Johann. The crew were released from servitude and they left hurriedly from the man who took them by storm. It was perhaps all for the better; a man in proximity to cheap liquor and false companionship will always be drawn in like flies to honey. Like an old chapter from his story repeating, Johann drank himself blind, telling stories to any traveler who would pay him half a mind.
It was no life for an ace, but what's an ace without a ship of his own? Johann had to mourn for his ship, but after a month of drinking it was clear he was trying to poison himself. He ended up drinking what was left of his share very quickly, and soon he was sweeping the bar for a bed and his drinks free: he worked for his booze and told stories which attracted tourists here and there but for all that he was worth, no one was very attached to the amusing man.
A few weeks passed and the old fire sparked inside of his heart- perhaps retelling enough of his old glory days was enough to bring back the old dragon inside of him. But who would take a washed out pilot? He couldn't work for the Republic and he most certainly wasn't going to work with the people who shot him down. Johann would have to search, but luckily providence was out for him: when rumors arose of a mysterious 'cult' seeking assistance far out into the unknown sectors, Johann found his calling. With a half-dead ship and provisions he left the bar with barely a note, and his disappearance caused many a long face, but a pilot's place wasn't behind a counter.
It was behind the controls of a sleek, black, killing machine.
Jumps after jumps after jumps, Johann rolled the dice and failed each roll, staking his livelihood on the off-chance that he might be welcomed in by the cult. They couldn't be so bad if they were humble enough to ask for help. That said, he was also playing with fire; his ship had barely enough life in it to make anymore jumps but he remained undeterred, jumping further and further in.
And then the engines broke.
And the Paladins came.
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