Drac
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| Dracule "Drac" Mihawk | |
| Military Information | |
| Callsign: |
Drac |
| Rank: | |
| Position: |
Squadron Commander |
| Squadron: | |
| Wing: | |
| Taskforce: |
Resh |
| Fleet: |
2nd Vast Imperial Fleet |
| Division: |
Navy |
| Affliation: |
Vast Empire |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender: |
Male |
| Skin color: |
Mottled blue and black |
| Height: |
6'1" |
| Weight: |
210 lbs. |
| Eyes: |
Orange |
| Facial Hair: |
None |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld: |
Dac |
| Species: |
Mon Calamari |
| Occupation: |
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| Hobbies: |
Pirate hunting |
| Residence: |
Abrae |
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Current Status
Chief Warrant Officer
- Currently assigned to Tuk'ata Squadron, Imperial Navy
- Squadron Commander, Tuk'ata One
- VENA Recruiter
- Logistics Coordinator
Bio
Appearance
Drac stands about six feet tall, rather large for a snubfighter pilot. His skin is an unusual color for a Mon Cal, a dark mottled blue that verges on black. Combined with his orange eyes, this makes for a striking appearance. On the flip side, his strange coloring has led to a few comments about others not being able to tell where the uniform ends and the soldier begins. That's fine by him. His only other distinguishing feature is a white birthmark that runs in a slash from his left jaw, up through his eyelid, and ends near the top of his head. This is a trait shared by all the male members of his family, though Drac is the only one to combine it with a unique skin color.
Personality
Like most of his race, Drac is pretty even tempered. Most insults won’t bother him, but if someone he’s defending is attacked he’s prone to targeted bursts of rage. In normal conversation he’s amiable and doesn’t mind adding his opinion. There are two aspects that really characterize Drac. The first is his loyalty which, once won, is absolute. Some have even noted that he is "loyal to a fault." This may well be true, since he has little compunction about taking a wound meant for a friend. The second thing that truly defines him is his moral compass, a very strong knowledge of what’s right and wrong that may be the only thing that can override his loyalty. He has an odd sense of humor, and often laughs along with his heckler if someone should make a comment about his skin color.
Overall, though, Drac tends to be a friendly and open being. He's happy to help those that need it and takes time to assist those less experienced than he. Always ready to learn for himself, he's known to be a quick study in most any discpline. While he's quite willing to hang out and bust up a bar or two with the rest of Nazgul, very few people, if any, can remember seeing him drink.
When Drac's friends or allies are threatened during combat, he sometimes goes into one of two states of mind. He may either enter a berserker-type mode, in which he will gleefully slaughter anyone who threatens him, his friends, or his mission. Or, he may enter into a totally opposite mode in which he'll coldly and methodicaly kill just as many enemies and not think a thing of it. Later on he tends to be anguished by the results of either of these mindsets, since his naturally peaceful nature goes to war with the neccessity of killing. The more he's forced to kill, though, the easier he finds it to cope with his actions.
History
Pre-Vast Imperial Service
Drac was born and raised in a pretty average Mon Calamari family on Dac- or so he thought. His father, Juracule Mihawk, worked as an aide in the local government’s offices while his mother, Namobi, attended their home. What Drac didn’t find out until much later was that his father was a member of a secret paramilitary group known as the Mon Calamari Knights. The Knights, dedicated to defending Dac and its interests, had been woven into the fabric of his life as a youngster, though he had no idea of it. He spent most of his childhood years studying and playing alongside his twin cousins, Cortan and Dartan, in the kelp fields near his home in Coral City. Drac was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps in government and, with his intelligence, to go even further. He chafed under that expectation, though, determined to make his own path. Then, when Drac was still a young teenager, came the Rebellion and, along with it, all new types of pain and confusion.
Drac became more and more disapproving of the chaos the Rebellion’s attacks caused all over the galaxy. While he’d harbored his share of anger toward the Empire and its xenophobia, it at least had kept the peace. The Rebellion was destroying what little stability the galaxy achieved and, as his friends and family –his whole species, even- moved in support of it, he left in disgust. He would find some place to work- to fight for a nation he could call home and one with whom he could protect the stability that kept people alive and happy. Since he was no fan of running around on various, mostly dry, worlds, he decided to learn to fly. As a pilot he could do more simply because he wouldn’t be constantly gasping for breath. Fortunately for him, several Mon Cals were gaining fame at the time due to their strategic genius, Admiral Ackbar of the Rebellion being preminent among them. Unable to join the Empire's military at the time, Drac was able to find a teacher in Chama, an old pilot who still owned his Republic-era snubfighter. For several years Drac trained every chance he could get in his friend’s old Eta-2, awaiting the day he could finally leave Dac and find some new place to call home- a place he could defend from the cockpit of a starfighter. It was his dream, as well as something he was good at. Flying came naturally to him...more naturally than anyone would expect of an amphibian at least.
Drac finally got his chance years after the Emperor’s death. A friend mentioned the Vast Empire to him, maligning it as the Rebels would any Imperial splinter faction. But Drac sensed something a little different about the Vast Empire, something that resonated with his opinion on things. So he checked it out, scouring the holonet for any information he could find on the Vast Empire. What he found, after sifting through all the propaganda, appeared to be a place where you could make your own way- where skill and loyalty meant more than your species or home planet.
Then came the final fallout. His father, for reasons of his own, decided to urge Drac to join up. He never even managed to tell his son what military he meant, though, as the young Mon Cal blew up at the idea of his father dictating what he would do. He gathered some basic possessions, booked passage to Lotaith, and left for the Vast Empire.
Training & Early Adventures
When he walked into the Naval Academy Drac was met by a large wookie wearing an Ensign's tabs. The officer looked him over, then barked out a question. Drac replied, acknowledging that he could understand the mammal's language. He had befriended a wookie, Ruwe, several years before and had learned to understand -if not to speak- the language then. The Ensign introduced himself as StOrMz and proceeded to direct the young Mon Cal to his new quarters. He also served as Drac's main instructor throughout his time at the academy. Drac thoroughly enjoyed his new surroundings and excelled at the academy, even earning the Star of the Academy award after graduation. He passed his Aviator's Exam with a perfect score as well, earning the distinction marks on his ribbon. Drac became friends with StOrMz during his time in the Academy, and often contacted him afterward. Some time later he would return to the Academy as an Instructor, allowing him the opportunity to work alongside his former mentor.
Upon graduating from the Academy Drac was promoted to Senior Crewman and assigned to Nazgul Squadron as Nazgul Two. He would be flying wing for the squadron commander, Ensign G'schlecc "Driver" Atrasin. It didn't take long for a familiar face to appear in the form of Ruwe, the Wookie Drac had met and befriended several years before coming to the Vast Empire. Ruwe had completed his training not long after Drac and was placed into Nazgul as Nazgul Six.
Drac's first mission was quite different than he expected. Upon joining the squadron he'd imagined himself flying alongside Driver, blasting enemy snubfighters, and going back to the Atrus for a well deserved rest and a meal. What he got instead, was the unwelcome duty of escorting Driver (who was in his yacht) to his father's funeral. They were attacked by snubfighters, but Drac followed his orders and stuck by the Ensign's yacht. He watched as the rest of the squadron dispatched the enemies. They continued on then, encountering problems and surprises left and right. In the end it came down to Driver, Drac, and Goth as they pursued and slaughtered the Ensign's traitorous uncle in a dogfight over Ator. Drac never expected to gain his first kill while still bloody from ground fighting, much less to do it in a craft that wasn't his. But he was soon to find out that greater surprises were yet to come.
Within a few missions the young pilot found himself promoted to Petty Officer 2nd Class and put in charge of his own flight. Now as Nazgul 9 he was to help plan and lead the squadron's missions. Before long the enterprising your pilot completed his Senior Aviator's Exam and was promoted to Petty Officer 1st Class. Soon further events would conspire to hurl the young pilot into battles not only for the Vast Empire, but for the Mon Calamari Knights as well. The wisdom of having so many loyalties tends to be questioned by others, but Drac is happy to remind such questioners that the galaxy is a big place. But if these organizations do come into conflict with each other, the results would be impossible to guess before the explosions end and the dust settles over the battlefield.
Having proven himself to be a skilled pilot, and one who had the basics down pat, Drac applied to and was accepted on the staff of the Vast Empire Naval Academy. As an Operator at the Academy, he would help train new pilots for the Vast Empire. Other tasks this new job led into included the development of improved training techniques and the improvement of the Naval Academy's teaching resources.
Drac went on to fight many battles alongside his friends in Nazgul Squadron. When the Navy was reorganized he inherited his friend Hunter's post as Executive Officer of Nazgul when the other became the Squadron Commander. Drac would remain in that position for only two missions, though. In the first, the debacle at Sarek, he was shot down along with most of the squadron and lost the Avenger he'd flown in for so long. His second and final mission as the squadron's XO was the route at Lehon. Phoenix Wing, Nazgul included, was transfered away after that disaster and Drac was reassigned to Tuk'ata Squadron, a unit he'd helped design. All was not well, however, and Drac retired from the Navy under mysterious circumstances shortly before the new squadron launched on its first mission.
Resignation, Return, and A New Opportunity
Much happened in a short time after that, and hardly anyone but Drac knows what he truly did during the days and weeks after his departure from Imperial service- and he isn't telling. What is known is that he returned to service with the Vast Empire after a period of time, rejoining Tuk'ata Squadron. Originally assigned as Gamma Flight Leader, he almost instantly gave the position over to an old friend, Stewart-Power, in order to give the other pilot his chance at leadership. This left Drac as a Flight Member in Gamma Flight for a few days until Rutian stepped down as Squadron Executive Officer. Tuk'ata's Squadron Commander, Hunter Morrell then offered the Mon Calamari the SXO position, which he quickly accepted.
A Command of His Own
Drac looked forward to serving under his longtime friend in Tuk'ata, but it was not to be. Another squadron in Javelin Wing, Nightshrike Squadron, found itself without a leader not long after Drac took up his position as Tuk'ata's SXO. Rear Admiral Denethor, the Naval Commander in Chief, approached Drac with the opportunity to command Nightshrike, which the Mon Calamri accepted. Life is a labyrinth, though, with many a false passage. Nightshrike was closed before it ever made it off the ground, victim of a slump in numbers in the Navy and a pall of bad luck that seemed to follow it. The squadron was shuttered permanently, with all active members being moved to Tuk'ata.
Drac, not sure what to expect upon his return to Tuk'ata, was shocked to find himself put in command of the squadron while Hunter moved on to other duties. He quickly warmed to the challenge, though, relishing the opportunity to lead a unit he had designed personally. Following him over from Nightshrike, the Falleen WO2 Slasher became his Executive Officer while Stewart-Power, a Tuk'ata original, filled out the squadron's command staff as the leader of Gamma Flight.
The re-structured squadron's first real mission together was one of training. It took place in the asteroid ring near Abrae, at a little-known facility designated Asteroid 19. Facing off against their sister squadron, Rheagent's Reign, the Tuk'atans participated in one-on-one duels in that most challenging of environments.
Possessions
The following is an up-to-date list of Drac's personal possessions, built up during his time in service to the Vast Empire.
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Notable Skills
System being reworked. No information available.
Currently under development. -Drac
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Service Record
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[edit] Positions HistoryJoined Vast Empire Navy - January 12, 2009
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