Name: Jacob Wash
Age: 29
Gender: M
Species: Human
Nationality/Allegiance: Jacob Wash
Physical appearance:
Identifying Marks: That million-dollar smile.
Skills: Jacob is a capable pilot. Getting involved in several illicit cargo runs, he's developed rather unorthodox skills which - while sometimes frowned upon by his straight edge colleagues - have made him a sought-after helmsman for jobs that most average pilots aren't quite cut out for - or they just have too much common sense.
Personality: Despite regularly throwing himself in stressful situations, Jacob managed to be mostly light-hearted about most situations, even those involving near-insurmountable odds. His laid-back attitude and thrill-seeking behaviour often gets him labelled as a suicidal maniac willing to accept just any job, but he simply loves to push the limits of both his own abilites and whichever ship he's piloting.
Weaknesses: As mentioned, Jacob is a fan of thrills, both on the job and during his leisure time. He can be exceedingly reckless, possibly putting himself into completely unavoidable danger. It also doesn't help him make a lot of permanent friends.
Likes/dislikes: Anything that excites and stimulates is something that Jacob may possibly like, whether it's a new and exotic drink on the cocktail menu or illegal cargo smuggling. It stands to reason he's no fan of sticking to boring routine, and he absolutely dreads living the life of a pilot running the same route over and over in the same old freighter.
Interests: (Optional)
Fears: Losing his freedom to enjoy his life as a pilot-for-fire and being bound to a dull and unsatisfying existence as so many others.
Bio: Little can be said about the formative years of Jacob Wash as they're so utterly drab they'd serve no purpose in describe the man he is today. Imagine just any average youth's life and you'd come close to whatever life Jacob until ending his training as a run-of-the-mill pilot. His parents put him through the finest flight school they could afford, which was very fine but obviously did not top the charts. His training would have landed him a comfortable job as a freighter pilot with little effort, accompanied with - of course - a fair pay which would have sustained him and possibly a family until he died peacefully in his sofa watching a re-run of Masterchef Alpha Centauri.
At least that is the fate Jacob imagined for himself as he walked out the hallowed halls of his flight school, and decided against that path. He took on jobs on a contractual bases, as a freelancer of sorts, which eventually got him involved in some illicit operations from time-to-time. Jacob welcomed the thrill of illegal cargo transportation - or whatever else landed on his path - and experienced life as a pilot unbound by 'proper flight etiquette'. It was utterly amazing. Sex, drugs and hardcore Cyanian Psytrance. Jacob lived (and still does) the life of a fucking superstar - on somewhat of a budget. He got paid well but not that well. His lifestyle did make him very poor at handling his finances, but as he got better at his thing, more contractors started actively looking for him and it just worked out. Even though most official institutions wouldn't have him on their official payroll, even they would occasionally request him by name for anything they couldn't put their own people on. Certainly there was and still is competition on his slice of the market, but Jacob never felt like he had to fight for elbow space, so he was doing just fine.
Reason for Being on Thrawn B7: Job-related activities
RP Sample: I'm sure you know a few.
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