| Flying a transport is like flying a bomber, you get in reaaaaaally close and then drop your load. Just like you're squatting in a latrine! Er, no offense Captain. - Percival Damocles |
Hair: An untidy mop dirt brown hair with streaks of chocolate.
Eyes: Granny Smith green with flecks of blue-gray
Body: Slim, lanky, and pale
Distinguishing Features: Light freckling adorns his cheeks
Personality: A real go getter, Percival is always at attention and ready for duty. He prefers to fly bombers but has a natural knack for getting in and out of sticky situations with a full hold of passengers thus making him an excellent transport pilot. Percival nearly abhors fighters as he wishes to see actual progress in the fight rather than kill some hapless Drathonian pilot. He has somewhat of an inferiority complex and as such compliments can get you almost anywhere with Percival. His biggest problem is that he is loyal to a fault and refuses to leave anyone behind.
Likes: bombers, feeling appreciated, and gourmet foods
Dislikes: flying fighters, being ignored
Goals: bomb the hell out of the Drathonians and eventually fly a Herring
Mother: Jo Damocles
Father: Arthur Damocles
Percival was raised in an upstanding family and in a good neighborhood. He was quick learner in grade school and had excellent reflexes. After seeing the Terran pilots in action one time, Percival knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. An ace pilot. Once he hit middle school, Earth was lost. Because his family was living on Durbrillion, his life was not much impacted by the calamity as many others were; however, his father lost his job and was forced to open a small drugstore. As he progressed into high school, he kept his reflexes, hand-eye coordination, and foot-eye coordination high by play video games and sports. As soon as he graduated from High School he took two years off to help his father's business, a drug store, until they had enough money to be financially stable again. At age 21, he applied for the Pilot Academy on Durbillion.