User:Keiv Stahl

=Profile= Keiv Stahl has been a member of the Crimson Armada for quite few years, mostly working as a conscript doing menial labor and transport/supply missions. Recently he has attracted the attention of some noteable officers with his enthusiastic attitude and skills, in and out of the cockpit, and has begun special officers training under Keyo.

=Character Bio= The Stahls are a fairly well to do family on Midgard, running a generational steel factory. Garin Stahl and his wife Natalia are the current owners of the mill. They have 2 living sons, Jarrid, the eldest born 178AU, and Keiv, the youngest, born 185 AU. Natalia was pregnant with a second son, Kristoph, during 180AU, but she was caught by a stray bullet and lost the child when CAF troops fired on civilians shortly before Admiral Fuseli's founding of the Crimson Armada.

Keiv was the neglected son of the pair. Not being the eldest, he was always a shadow beneath his older brother who was groomed to take over the family business. He picked fights constantly at school despite his small size, frequently would disappear from home only to be retrieved by the local authorities, and stole regularly for kicks from the local stores. The attention he craved from his family never came though. His father would pay off any fines and relegate the boy to his room wanting nothing to do with him. His mother went about the home, a ghost of her former self, never quite fully recovering from the shock of losing a child.

Keiv watched the skies from his room, often seeing the planes of the Armada flying over head. His heart yearned for the feeling of some form of stability in his life, and the disciplined lifestyle of a soldier. He admired Admiral Fuseli, the man who stood up for the people after Svendheim's troops destroyed so many lives. Keiv made a vow to himself that one day he would be the one up there defending the people of Skytopia.

Shortly before his 18th birthday the young hopeful stole enough money from his father to cover passage and tuition in Flight School. He rationalized this as his inheritance he was due, and freeing his parents from any more 'obligation' they felt to raising him. Showing promise in his training, his tactics were reckless but skilled. He graduated, much to the chagrin of many of his teachers who beleived the young man to be too risky, and immediately left for Fuseli. There he signed up as a non-commissioned officer and has been working with the Armada since on the sidelines and supply routes, a much happier man in his structured environment, surrounded by a form of comraderie he had never before seen in his life.