Rikky

Tik Tavrus
Military Information
Callsign:	Rikky
Rank:	Senior Crewman
Position:	Flight Member
Flight:	Cresh 1(Iron 6)
Squadron:	Strill
Wing:	Blade
Ship:	ISD-II Adjudicator
Fleet:	2nd Fleet
Division:	Navy
Awards:	‎
Affiliation:	Vast Empire
Physical Description
Gender:	Male
Skin color:	Pale
Height:	5'8"
Weight:	150 lbs.
Hair Color:	Black
Hair Style:	Short, slicked back and shiny with gel.
Facial Hair:	None
Eyes:	Blue
Scar(s):	Zilch
Tattoo:	Nada
Cybernetics:	None
Biographical Information
Species:	Human
Homeworld:	Corellia
Age:	19
Languages:	Galactic
Occupation:	Starfighter Pilot
Hobbies:	Reading, playing games of strategy, studying and revelling in miscellaneous information.
Residence:	Abrae
Dossier:	Dirt Broke
Nickname:	Just Rikky.
Family:	-Father, Farrly Tavrus -Eldest Brother, Forly -Elder Brother, Brixen -Twin Brothers, Roland and Rand
Motto:	"One will come up eventually, I'm sure."
Fighting Style:	Pressing Buttons.
Naval Certifications
First Certification
For example, Top Gun
Cert 1.1:	not yet achieved
Cert 1.2:	not yet achieved
Cert 1.3:	not yet achieved
Second Certification
TBD
Third Certification
TBD
Fourth Certification
TBD
Ship Captaincy Certification
Ancillary Skills

Current status

After the assault at Bloodmoon, Tik's first taste of battle with the Strill Squadron, some time is found before the next battle. An barrassingly drunk conversation ensues between Makenna and Tik.

FL/DCRW/Iron Six/S:58 "Strill"/W:"101st Blade"/ISD-II Adjudicator/TF:C/2Flt/SC/VEN/VE [MC1]

Biography

Appearance

Tik is... Well, he isn't the most muscular guy around. In fact, most might descibe him as 'slim,' or 'beanpole,' if they had it in their vocabulary. He has good posture, shoulders rolled back and spine straight as an I-beam, but it doesn't do much for the way nearly everything hangs loose on him. He's tall, with gaunt cheeks and a stern gaze leering over gaunt cheekbones. He keeps his clothing clean and pressed, preferring too much starch over not enough.

Personality

Tik is an interesting fellow. He likes to think of himself as a man. A manly man, with chest puffed out and shoulders pulled back in a show of rugged masculinity. Only, he's not. And he knows it. Over the years it's become a bit of a paranoia, wondering if others are thinking about him. And what they think of him. It's a nasty habit, wondering what people think of him, and he doesn't have many friends to show for it. A loner he usually is, but he is professional and tries to keep orderly while doing what needs to be done.

Despite his grandiose and often paradoxical view of himself, he is an academic at heart. Tactics appeal more than individual deeds, and military strategies are far more appealing to him than a gaudy heroic tale. He attempts to hide it when he's around others, but he relishes in the intellectual.

History

Tik was born third in a family of five boys. He was raised by his father amongst his kin in rural Corellia. It was quickly apparent that he was going to be the runt of the litter, and as he grew up his family let him have no end of it. Even his younger brothers would tease him mercilessly, their eight-year old frames more stocky than Tik's thin frame. Before he could truly build it up on the farm like his older brothers though, his father sold the farm and used the money to move the family to the metropolis that was urban Corellia.

Once there, he flourished in school and found himself attracted to intellectual pursuits. He made good grades and participated in extracurricular activities that reflected bigger brains than brawn. His father didn't approve though, much more doting on his older brothers' accomplishments in sports and very critical of his own works. His older brother enlisted into the Stormtrooper Corps. the day he was of age, and from then on true hell had begun for Tik.

"Did you hear? Froly was promoted last week!" He'd say while serving dinner. "Taught some rebels a lesson so good, they don't think they'll have to teach it again! Har!"

"Oh, that's nice," His father would say while peering over the medal Tik had gotten for participation in an academic decathlon. "Froly got one twice the size for blowing up a patchwork turret gun on a turncoat Fringe world! Ha, could you have imagined how big it would've been if it was a real turret gun? Har har!"

Eventually, it was too much. In an environment with no support for his love, he decided to do exactly what his father suggested he do time and time again: he joined the military. It was an icy silence that enveloped the earth-toned house for the months between enlistment and training, and when it was time to go he didn't even leave a note, vowing to be the man his father wanted and shoving it in his face when he did so.

Service History

Ranks

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Crewman	Dec. 18, 2012	26, 2012	Joined the VE Navy
	Leading Crewman	Dec. 26, 2012	February 7, 2013	Attached to Strill Squadron
	Senior Crewman	February 8, 2013	?	Promoted for activity in Counterpunch: War

Positions

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
Trainee	Dec. 18, 2012	December 26, 2012	Joined the VE Navy
Flight Member	Dec. 26, 2012	?	Placed in Strill

Awards

Awards
Ribbon	Award	Award Name	Date Received	Reason
img:MC1rib.png	MC1	Merit Cross First Class	February 8, 2013	"In recognition of outstanding story contributions and OOC leadership"
	CC:W	Counterpunch: War participation	February 8, 2013	Participation in War

Story Participation Log

Story Participation
Story	Start Date	End Date	Type	Post Count
Counterpunch: War	December 4, 2012	?	Division - Navy	5
Counterpunch: Death	February 9, 2013	?	Division - Navy	1
Total:				6