IGN: Conman2163
Character Name: Cpt. Cona Omari
Character Age: 35
Character Race: Human
Character Description:
Standing at an intimidating 6'1 with piercing blue eyes and a thin scar touching his left eyebrow and running down the left side of his face to terminate at his chin, Cpt. Cona dresses to impress. He rings with the aura of command, and defeat is never an option for him. Although he is merely the former commander of a small frigate, he'd rather die at the hands of the enemy then to retreat in disgrace like he did all those years ago.
Character Backstory:
Cpt. Cona is a man from a now defeated empire. Coming from a long bloodline of officers, warriors, and military men, when it came time for Cona to pick a career, he followed the footsteps of his predecessors and took on naval academy. Within a few short years he had graduated the academy and within a few more officer school. Two more and he had the command of his own ship.
The empire used his skills quite well, giving him command of an imperial frigate and sending him out to war against their enemies. His main goal was raiding, hit and run tactics on undefended stations and planets, sapping the Empire's enemies of their will and ability to fight back.
However, the Empire was deep in debt. Almost a century of uninterrupted interstellar war had bankrupted them, and the refusal of the galactic banks to give the empire any sort of monetary assistance meant that they could no longer pay any of the forces it had in it's employ. Quickly, desertion and anarchy became rampant. The Empire was finished off in a few days, the enemies they had fought against moving in to claim the remains.
The smart officer took their ships and left, those that were loyal to the Empire stayed. They all gather together around the capital planet, in a single, final hope of defying the enemy. Although undermanned, bankrupt, and with few ships, the single empire fleet managed to successfully hold back the enemies of the empire for over five days. On the fifth day, a massive fleet hyperspaced in. The understaffed and shipped fleet fought bravely, but ultimately was destroyed. Cona, with his frigate, fled, seeking refuge in outer systems to repair his damaged frigate. When he was chased, he panicked and fled to a nearby experimental wormhole, something they had never used because no successful experiments had ever been conducted with them. However, before his ship could enter, lasers ripped through the shields and breached the frgiate. Cona was forced to flee into an escape pod.
The worm hole took him far from his home, so far he doubts he'll find it again
Now, with the empire he served so dutifully in ruins, he prepares to move once more, in hopes that he may find a corner of the galaxy in which his beloved empire may rise again.
