Alarik Goudinn
| Major Alarik Goudinn | |
|---|---|
| Name: | Alarik Goudinn |
| Species: | Human |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age: | 44 |
| Squadron: | 181st |
| Rank: | Major |
| Astromech: | {{{mech}}} |
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Appearance
7'. Muscular. Rugged. Face lined, scarred, and weathered by countless battles and campaigns. Prosthetic left hand. Light brown hair streaked with gray. Gray hair at the temples. Piercing gray eyes. A fake, but realistic looking and working right eye (complements of the latest Imperial technology). Walks with a slight limp. Neck craned forward. Hands that could bend and twist steel rods with ease. A generally hard and stern appearance.
Personality
Calm, cool, and calculating. Rarely raises his voice. Usually has Niva scream out his orders for him. A bit gruff. Stresses efficiency and organization. Stern, but is willing to give pilots a second chance. Often will spend time alone, thinking things through long and hard.
Past History
Native of Coruscant. Joined the Republic Military, quickly shifting to the ways of the Empire, at the age of 18. Started out as a land soldier, then a tank operator. Joined the Starfleet because of a shortage of pilots. Proved himself a competent pilot after much training. Moved slowly through the ranks, outliving all his comrades in combat. Stayed with the military as it officially made its title Imperial. Was personally trained by some of the best pilots of his time. He never even ranked in the top two dozen best Imp pilots in the Starfleet, but became leader of the [Anti-Rogues] because of his vast knowledge of many fields of combat, and his intelligence, loyalty, and stability.
Reason for joining the Empire
He joined it early on, before it became the Empire, and just never left it. His loyalty has been deep-seeded over the decades, and he views himself as only a soldier...not one to get involved in political disputes. He never bothers himself with who is in charge, and what they're doing, but merely obeys to the letter what his superiors tell him.
Skills
Superb flying skills, though not the best of his class. Knowledge of many fields of combat. Intelligence. Level-headedness. Some ground combat skill.
Areas of Incompetence or Inability
Has a hard time cramming himself into a TIE cockpit, because of his height. Suffers from an incurable disease that slowly eats away at his body. It comes and goes, but increasingly and slowly gets worse. He's not sure how long he'll be able to fly in combat. He's heard his superiors whispering about his release from duty. It frightens him. He's been a soldier all his life, and does not know how to live another life. The disease has affected his right leg, giving him a limp, which slows him down. His right hand has already fallen badly victim to it, and was replaced with a prosthetic. He does not want a prosthetic for his leg. He hates the metal contraption of his hand, and wants no other failing parts of his body replaced. His energy level is occasionally below normal. Still, he's a towering 7' of muscle and strength, and not someone to be trifled with. He hides his fears well.
Special Abilities
Can keep a level head in even the worst of situations.
Special Possessions
His fake right eye is also a miniature digital camera. He plugs a wire from the eye to a datapad to download the images.
