Character Name: Angel Martin

Character Age: 28-34

Job aboard the Moirai: Pilot

Sexuality: Male Hetero



Physical Description: Anyone you ask could tell you something different about Angel, he’s not overly tall, nor overly short; he keeps his hair neatly trimmed; has dark curly hair, usually keeps a beard and mustache; is well proportioned; tanned…  but the one thing they all agree on is the fact that there’s something in his eyes that sets you at ease.

They say that the eyes are the mirrors of the soul, and if that’s the case, then Angel’s soul is expressive and kind with more than a little joy.  It’s hard to tell if it’s the way his eyes twinkle when he smiles or laughs, or just the fact that he seems to talk more with his eyes than with his actual voice, but his dark eyes seem to catch a person’s attention when they meet.

He stands about 5’8”, and has obviously done a lot of hauling and toting in his day.  He’s got that ‘back world’ charm that comes from making a living with honest labor.

Personality: Angel is a very calm, quiet person.  He’s got a wicked sense of humor and a keen sense of the ridiculous, which he mostly keeps to himself.  He is at his best/calmest in the pilot’s chair, but prone to panic attacks when out in the open.  He is agoraphobic, and happiest ship-board or on a space station: planet side, not so much, unless he's totally focused on something.

The only time anyone sees him panic, if he can help it, is after the emergency landing is well over and then… he prefers to either work out in the cargo bay or hide in his bunk.

History:

Angel grew up the son of a ranch hand on one of the outer moons.  He started helping out with the ‘light stuff’ as soon as he was big enough.  By the time he was 17 there was very little he didn’t know about hauling and toting, rounding up cattle and all the ways you can prepare mountain oysters.  He was also very tired of all things cattle.

There was very little a 17 year old farm hand could do in a ranching community that didn’t involve cattle, and so he enlisted in the military, where he was taught even more about hauling and toting, but this time he learned to do it with salutes and uniforms.

When the Unification war began he knew which side of the war he belonged and left with a bunch of likeminded patriots, or deserters depending on who you listened to.

Considering his ‘specialty training,’ Angel ended up working supply ships and troop carriers.  Sometimes he worked as a deck hand, sometimes an armed guard but he also became an apprentice pilot.

Angel learned very quickly he was not one of those natural born pilots.  In fact he had a very dreadful time of it at first and almost gave up.  He had no knack for the complex acrobatics required for dogfights, but when flying from point A to point B he was as good as the next man.

He learned his true skill with flying came, not from avoiding being hit, but what came afterwards.  It is also where he earned the nick name - Crash.

It happened during a flight over Greenleaf when the pilot was taken out by anti-aircraft fire during a particularly hairy run, Angel took the helm, figuring they were going to crash with or without him and with him—there was a chance..

Not many would take the chance, the ship was spinning and falling like a brick, and anyone with any sense was busy making peace with their maker, but Angel slipped into the pilot’s seat, calm as you please and wrested the ship from the planet’s gravitational pull, at least enough to bring her in right side up and slowed to a slightly less than deadly speed.

No one should have walked away from that ‘landing,’ no one should have survived.  As it was the craft wasn't worth salvaging, but the crew and supplies made it through, and Crash survived to pilot another ship.

Within a year, Crash was given all the ‘you’ll never make it' missions and more often than not , made the delivery and made it back more or less in once piece.  Within two years, Crash was getting better at avoiding enemy fire, but there’s only so much you can avoid and when you’re dropping cargo on besieged comrades, you don’t always have a choice.  He did however, always stick the landing.

Towards the end of the war, one such ‘crash’ occurred over Du Khang that changed him deeply.  Although he brought the ship down, and saved the crew, the alliance was not so kind.  They shot every man aboard except Angel since he was a ‘deserter’ and was to be dealt with in a more public setting.

They left him staked out in a field with little to no food or water, so they could ‘pick him up’ after the battle.  He was there for at least two days before he was found and released by an advance scout for the Browncoats, and their medics were able to revive him, but the damage had been done.

After the war he tried to go back to being a ranch hand, but his experience on Du Khang left him agoraphobic.  The only thing left to him was piloting or working as a deck hand.

He tries not to mention 'Crash' because in most cases it ends up ruling him out of the job of pilot and he much prefers piloting to toting and hauling.