<div class="floatleft">(https://hollywoodhatesme.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/chris_evans_sunshine.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Player Name:</strong>Deamonbane<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kylar Blint<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>187 centimeters<br/><br/><strong>Weight:</strong>93 Kilograms<br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>Crack shot. Gifted Pilot and Navigator.<br/><br/><strong>Specialty:</strong>Artist with long range weaponry, if needed. Also a good combat pilot, with combat experience and knowledge of Imperial protocols.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Custom Made Projectile Rifle (Very rare), Hunting knife, with no electronic capabilities (Ergo vibro-blades and shivs). Standard Issue Imperial Pilot Sidearm.<br/><br/><strong>BRIEF Biography:</strong><br/>Born on Dantooine to a farmimg family, he was already used to using derelict and ancient equipment to get by. More so when his father lost everything to the expanding companies on the planet, and were forced to move off-world to a colonial establishment on a moon nearby the Yavin Gas Giant. There, where the air was filled with humidity which ruined regular blasters along with all but the most resilient equipment, Kylar learned from a old timer how to build a projectile rifle and how to make equipment that would last in this world. His skills became more than useful and he managed to acquire a beat-up but very reliable speeder during his time on that planet. He had to take care of himself, after all, with his father dying of a lung disease soon after landing, and his mother, not a very skilled woman, having to sell her body to the local workers to get by.<br/><br/>Being in such a remote location, the Clone Wars all but passed the Yavin moons by, up until the last bits. Rogue Jedi came running to these moons to evade capture by the now Imperial forces, and were followed by said Forces. They were put down quickly, and, seeing that some of these moons were inhabited, quickly decided to make their presence known in these colonies.<br/><br/>Some years later, an imperial convoy arrived, telling the colonials who they worked for from now on. Also, as Kylar spoke with a couple of the officers in this convoy, he discovered that the Empire was beginning to train non-clone troops. The clones were getting old, see, most approaching their last few years of combat readiness, and these were being used to train the new recruits. If Kylar had the aptitude, he would be able to get off this rock. Earn medals, fight with the Empire, and if he wanted to, make a career out if it. It was a bright universe out there, full of possibilities.<br/><br/>Kylar liked to think that he knew better, but he was still intrigued. He left on the next ship out, finding the nearest Imperial post and signing up. He liked flying, having flown a couple off planet rides and shown aptitude for that as well, so he enrolled in Pilot's school. He graduated with honors, top of the three hundred and forty-seven rookies in his class and was offered the position of Lieutenant in the Imperial Navy. He took it eagerly.<br/><br/>His eagerness abated, however, when his missions became clandestine. Black Eight Squadron, his team was called, and their missions were supposed to have been destroying old Droid factories that were still being used. But after the Bombing of Callos, he had reached his breaking point. Having a psychotic breakdown, he was determined psychologically unfit for duty and was Honorably Discharged from service, and he disappeared, drifting from one port to the next, until he found a job with a group of smugglers.