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Username: Valentine Wakefield
Name: Valentine Wakefield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Position: Capitan
Appearance:
-Height: 6' 2
-Weight: 187 lbs
-General Description: Standing at a towering six foot two with a one hundred eighty seven pound build, Val can easily come across as intimidating. However, his aged chestnut green eyes tell an entirely different story. One of a man who had made a mistake in his past, one he wouldn't dare repeat.
Equipment:
-Attire: Val wears a pair of dark grey pinstriped dress paints, a light grey long sleeved dress shirt and a small dark grey vest complete with shoulder holsters and suspenders.
-Weapons: Val carriers two converted Colt King Cobra.
-Items: Val carriers no personal affects on his person.
Brief Bio: Born on a dusty rock to a whore and a long-gone nobody gun-hand, life for Val and his younger brother was more than a challenge. The two had quickly turned to crime as a means of taking care of their mother, as the now older, used up woman could no longer support herself through her current profession.

The boys worked together and watched one anothers backs. It was, however, when Val's younger brother started doing these he considered unnecessary the two began to drift apart. He loved his brother, he couldn't not love him. Not because he was charismatic or nice to be around. . . But he was his flesh and blood. He felt an obligation.

One day, the two were out with a small group. The plan was a simple in and out bank heist. However, speak of going in and wasting the lot of them gave Val cold feet. He wasn't a bad person, see. He just wanted to support his family. Crime was simply the means by which he did that.

Val turned his back on the group and left. He wouldn't be a part of it and he knew he couldn't stop them. Not alone. And his brother, well, he wouldn't pass up on the payout.

Later that night, Val was devastated to learn his brother had been killed by Alliance Soldiers who had been tipped off. Naturally, it was believed he was the rat and his mother would have nothing to do with him so he did all he could. He took what he had and he found a crew.

In the following years, Val bounced from ship to ship, job to job. After a few more years of doing the kind of work that made him want to jettison himself into the black, Val managed to save up enough credits to get a ship of his own.

The only one he could afford.

A Firefly.

For once in his life, he was the boss. For once in his life, he would do what he wanted to do. Just be.


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