Name: John Mathews
Callsign: Legend
Age: 30
Sex: NO ONE KNOWS!!!! (Heâs a guy)
Appearance: Heâs a typical man with eyeâs like a hawk, but then again thatâs on the ground, in the air their more eagle like and his abilities make him seem more bird than man. Heâs a kind faced young man whoâs getting older and shows experience in the first lines of his face.
Blood Type: O -
Birth Date: 9/06/1982
Rank: 1st Lieutenant (Formerly Lt. Colonel though he wanted to be in the air not behind a desk)
Homeland: Osea
Height: 6â1â
Weight: 195lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Light tan
Body Type: Swimmer
Personality: Youâll be the judge
Strengths/Likes: Heâs a veteran of the last war and knows some very skilled pilots. He likes a good meal and cooking as well as music (piano and guitar as well as singing) and generally is a people person
Weaknesses/Dislikes: Heâs rusty behind the stick a bit and is more clutch than ace, heâll do things that might get him killed and has a tendency to tell those who can make his life miserably to go to hell, to go directly to hell, to not pass go and not collect $200.
Equipment: He has the typical handgun; and a boot knife with a magnesium block in the hilt in, well, his boots. But in his cockpit attached to his seat is one other weapon for him to take should he have to bail out. A FN P90-Submachine Gun is fitted to a holster and sling on the right side of his ejection seat. His seat also has a fitted box on the other side with extra survival gear; heâs been lost in the woods once and wonât do so again, to that end he also makes it a point to carry a map of every area he is flying over while on sortie. His suit is simple but his cockpit has a picture of him, a young woman, and another man celebrating in ceremonial dress at the Academy. The Woman is someone he hasnât mentioned; the other man was Alvin H. Davinport.
Training History: Trained under an old man named âPopsâ at the Hierlark Base. He stood out early and was sent out to train in high and low altitude operations before the others at Sand Island. By the time the others got there he had already moved to be stationed⊠ironically back at Hierlark Base. When the war broke out shortly after he was stationed at Hierlark he was transferred to the carrier Vulture before she sank, it was at this time that he joined the Capitol Defence group and flew sortie when the attack over the stadium occurred. His flight lead crashed on take-off and delayed his launch which infuriated him. By the time they arrived the Wardog squadron had already driven off the attackers. And he broke off from his flight to get a better look at the Stadium, still unable to believe his old friend had died. Ironically this made it look like the relieve squad was flying a âmissing manâ formationâŠ
Biography: Born to a military family with an ace pilot for a father he grew up knowing where he was going and made it his mission to walk his fatherâs footsteps and make him proud. When the Belkin war broke out his was still a young boy and watched as his father headed off to war. He feared heâd never see him again and one day a group of men came to the door. The Thirteen year old boyâs fears had come to fruition. It would take years before he finally graduated High school and received his acceptance into the Osean Air Academy, just like his father.
His first few years at the Academy were dull, and he was so focused on his studies he was known as a stick in the mud. This was only made more prevalent by his more party natured dorm mate Alvin h. Davenport. The two didnât see eye to eye at first, John being obstinately serious and ever trying to reach new heights with Alvin being a talented pilot who breezed through with barely over par grades and having an obsession with music. Yet as the years passed several events led the two to become friends, and when they both graduated, though John took top marks in the class and Alvin took well a diploma. Of course they didnât just graduate, they left their marks on one another, Alvin being more understanding and growing up a bit and John beginning to fall for music that he once saw as a barricade of his studying. Oh, and there was a girl apparently somewhere in there but John refuses to make comment.
His first few weeks out of the school were like being in it all over again, he jumped the gun again and studied so hard he left the others in the dust and headed off to the real fight before any of those he called friends. He was stationed at Hierlark base for training under Peter a. Beagle, or Pops, with the others but swiftly moved to Sand Island for training in high and low altitude situations leaving the rest behind. A few weeks later he completed that training and head back to Hierlark, but his friends had all just left so he instead became a full member of the flight team there, but that post was dull with the Belkan border so well defined by seven atomic craters. When the war broke out he was instead assigned to the carrier Vulture and took part in operations from that platform for several weeks into the war before she was sunk while he was in the air. This lead to his reassignment once more to the Capitol Defence squadron where he found himself engaged more often than he would have thought. Finally he was sortied to aid Wardog over the Stadium during the Vice Presidentâs speech where he was too late to save his old friend.
This hit him hard and he was grounded for mental instability afterward, yet when the call went out by the true President to stop the war he put together a squadron of his own and took flight. He ended up in the battle at the SOLG control tunnel entrance and fought with the Razgriz to prevent disaster. He found himself fighting a former squadmate and was forced to shoot the man down to prevent him from taking down Razgriz One with a suicide attack as he tried to enter the tunnel. The jet wash form the Razgriz caught his plane as they entered the tunnel and he lost control, made only worse by the other planes following shortly after which caused him to crash land near the door. He watched the war end form a hospital bed at his old posting, Sand Island where he again reunited with another old Academy and nugget he knew, Kei Nagese (not the other woman). The rest, as they say, is history.
He recently was called back to active duty and while he had made Lt. Colonel and was offered a high ranking position when the new hostilities broke out he declined and took a major pay cut and demotion to get back in the cockpit, and thatâs just where he finds himself now, and he loves it.