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Irwin Fel
A G E
35
H E I G H T
6'3"
W E I G H T
175
Corellia
R A C E
Human
S E X U A L I T Y
None of your damn business
G E N D E R
Male
G E A R
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Back in his time flying for the First Order, Irwin wore the iconic black uniform, with the Stormtrooper-like helmet known and often feared throughout the galaxy. Following his capture and subsequent defection to the Rebellion, he.. kept the uniform. It has a certain aesthetic to it that you just can't find anywhere else- and more importantly, it's quite useful for missions requiring being undetected behind First Order lines. For those missions not requiring that sort of thing- and to avoid freaking out those more trigger-happy members of the Rebellion- Fel also owns a simpler, dull green flightsuit, not unlike those preferred by A-wing pilots. However, the suit's chestpiece is modified such that it's compatible with his TIE Pilot helmet, and it also has a built-in holster for a blaster pistol. His preferred weapon is his personal DT-29 heavy pistol. Aside from having 'property of Sgt. Fel' inscribed on the handle, it's unmodified from factory quality.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
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First Order TIE Pilot training was tough- designed to mold the recruit into a focused, unstoppable killing machine, loyal only to the First Order. The mental conditioning has begun fading away, but Irwin retains the hyper-focusing and determination from it- two things that make him such a skilled bomber pilot. On or off mission, he remains to the point, fixated on whatever goal he has set at the moment. Any outside interactions are short, blunt, and to-the-point. People trying to talk off-topic are met with slight confusion and uneasiness, or even ignorance.
Cleanliness and routine were another thing that First Order TIE training drills into one's head, and Irwin holds on to them as well. Uniforms and weapons are kept in top condition, as are any ship assigned, whether it be a TIE Bomber, a Y-Wing fighter, or a Rebel transport ship. He lives on a militaristic routine of a time to get up, a time to sleep, and times set aside for meals.
Irwin's lines of thought are unshared, and somewhat hard to follow for one not as fast a thinker, one who can't formulate some plan of attack on the spot as he can. One subject jumps to another, to another, to another and so on until there's a completely new set of thoughts in his mind. The confusion of others attempting to follow along is something he won't admit he finds enjoyment in.
Those considered friends may find themselves on the receiving end of his bluntness, though not to the same degree as others. They're treated almost like squadmates, yet another side effect from the mental conditioning imposed upon TIE pilots. There are rare, unexpected moments where he'll make some kind of small, subtle humorous remark. They're rare, and can fly over your head if you don't pay attention.
Blunt as he may be, Irwin is able to project am air of authority- it's his ship, so what he says goes. This along with his skill at flying allowed him to obtain the rank of Captain in the Rebel Alliance. Perhaps out of some prejudice against his Imperial background, he's been assigned some obscure outer rim diplomacy mission rather than anything of vital importance.
H I S T O R Y
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Irwin was born mere weeks before the great downfall of the Galactic Empire. He grew up around the Imperial ships built on the planet, endlessly fascinated by them. The shapes, the size, the sounds of them- there was never any doubt in his mind that he would be in the seat of one of those, someday. He could've spent an eternity just dreaming about it.
And then the Rebellion destroyed the second Death Star. The Empire was left in shambles- the factory workers spoke fearfully of what might come next, of what the Corellian Resistance fighters might do now that their goal had been achieved. What adolescence he could've had was taken by the planet's civil war, as the Corellian Resistance 'celebrated' their victory in a most destructive way, and Irwin grew.
The First Order grew as well. They recruited pilots of any age, anywhere they could find them, snatching child from parent and taking them to training. A combination of overly patriotic excitement and rigorous First Order training dulled the memory of what family had been on Corellia, replaced with the cold corridors of warships, the ruthless tests given to the pilots, and the barrage of noise from a TIE cockpit. Irwin served as a Bomber pilot- a less glamourous role than that of the fighter, but infinitely more destructive. He came to have a preference for ships that can carry a larger payload over ships with greater maneuverability.
But one rather fateful day, a bombing run was ordered on the planet of Corellia, known to be harboring Rebel sympathisers, which would be a danger to the refurbished starship factory. The planet must have broken through the Order's brainwashing, somehow. Irwin's usual flying faultered, and he was taken down in a Rebel counterstrike. He found a certain home, one of many that he'd sent up in smoke and ash. To make a tragic backstory short, it was his home.
That spurred Irwin's defection from the First Order, and his eventual foray into the Rebellion- a turncoat TIE Pilot can be quite useful, even if he is currently being used for a simple diplomatic mission.
Pilot
H O M E
Whichever base he's stationed at
R E L A T I O N S H I P
single
R E L I G I O N
Nothin'
True Neutral
S T A T U S
active
C O L O U R
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T I M E
Original Trilogy