A Human male from Berchest. Dylan has pale blonde hair, and dark tanned skin. His arms, chest and back are covered with Swoop Gang Tattoos. He normally keeps these covered with a uniform tunic. He has very pale blue eyes, and a ready smile. Especially while trying to turn a Capital ship like a TIE fighter in a dogfight.
While growing up in the city of Calius saj Leeloo, Dylan had but one love. Flight. Especially space flight. He would gaze longingly at the static displayed Star Fighters in the “Sons and Daughters of Freedom” museum for hours. He built hundreds of flying models as a child, Naboo Fighters, Z-95’s, any kind of Star Fighter.
As he matured in to his teens, he discovered Swoops. Unfortunately he also discovered Swoop Gangs and Correlian Whiskey. Dylan spent most of his teens darting through the crystal towers of his home city on a heavily modified Swoop, terrorizing passing Airspeeders, and drinking with his friends. On his 18th name day, he applied to the Imperial Academy, and gave up his “Sky Razors” vest forever.
Dylan did well at the Academy. He could fly nearly anything, usually beyond the limits of the airframe. It was said he had 11 lives, like a felinx. He walked away from an amazing amount of crashes. Witnesses agreed, it was some amazing flying right up til that crashing part.
He was considered almost too reckless for Fighter Pilot duty, but he did qualify by the skin of his teeth. He spent most of Flight School on report. He likely peeled more paricha root than any other Cadet before or since. Again, all agreed his skills were superlative, he just attempted maneuvers the craft could not perform.
He also had a love of jokes and pranks. The one specific incident that was a turning point in Dylan’s life happened two nights after graduation. He and some fellow graduates were celebrating. Around the twelfth or thirteenth Correlian Blast-off, someone dared Dylan to ride a Swoop through the Banquet Hall. Unfortunately, a dinner in honor of Deputy Moff Blaine Lanva was being held in the building at the time.
The Deputy was not amused.
Dylan’s posting with the 177th TIE Wing evaporated like a vapor trail on Tatooine. After careful deliberation, it was decided Dylan was too good of a Pilot to waste. He was re-assigned to Capital Ships. The idea was that he would be supervised at all times.
The new minted Ensign hated his new posting. The lumbering behemoths he was flying depressed him. He was shunted from ship to ship, no one wanted to deal with the morose Helmsman for long.
Three months later, he was assigned to a Correlian Corvette, the “Emperors Fist” in the mid rim. This thing could actually fly. It almost made all the rules and regulations bearable. Dylan relished chasing smugglers, they were a challenge close to dog fighting.
One day, the Emperors Fist chased a smuggler’s Ghtroc 720 in to the face of the Pirate Frigate Far Orbit. It was not a good day. Dylan’s escape pod was picked up 3 days later by a ship called the Crimson Blade….