User:Saeuruk

Saeuruk was found adrift on the waves of the great ocean. He was clinging to the still burning wreckage of an unidentifiable plane amidst the remains of some great fleet, barely conscious, and unable to remember anything, even his name or where he's from. His name was found on the inside collar of his combat jacket, the last name was smudged out. He was pulled into a generous skyrate's Seahawk and flown to Echo, where he was put through flight school.

Life in and after Flight School
Saeuruk was a natural when it came to navigation and earning profit. He struggled in combat class, but finished near the top. After graduation, he bought a CR-4P from a passing Skyrate that was buying an upgrade, and flew immediately to Cidade to see the great market place, and to try and carve out a place for himself while he tried to remember who he was. One his first hunt, he had the unfortunate luck to run into a swarm of Goldfish armed with flak cannons, needless to say he was out numbered and severely out gunned. He managed to limp his plane back to the nearest skyland, which, fortunately, hosted the R&P. His plane unrepairable, he sold it for scrap and bought a badly neglected, but serviceable, Mastiff after a round at the bar. After several legs of trading, he managed to upgrade to his current Valkyrie. After visiting several skylands under the control of the various factions, he discovered the most appealing, and somewhat familiar, of them was the Crimson Armada. He immediately enlisted and was sworn in.

Appearance and Personality
He is a short and stocky Razorback. His hair is jet black, and he has three scars on the left side of his face, from where a flak cannon shell shattered his windscreen and the shrapnel cut his face. His eyes are a calm and deep brown, and always seem to be full of sorrow. He is an unassuming person, but a friendly one once you get to know him. His voice is thickly accented and very hard to type in. He has a propensity to drink Tortugan rum, he has even flown into combat drunk, and took down a Halifax in his CR-4P. He won't fight unless anyone provokes him, which is increasingly hard to do. His weapons of choice are his S&W Model 10 service revolver and an EM-2 he keeps locked in his cockpit for landing under fire.