August Frost

[August Frost]

NAME: August Frost
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
HOMEWORLD: Coruscant
LEGAL STATUS: Imperial Citizen, Few Warrants
PROFESSION: Starfighter Pilot and Imperial Operative
MG: The Galactic Empire
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: August stands a slender 1.8 meters. His body seems built for speed and agility. His black hair contrasts against his icy blue eyes. His stance and stare are uncompromising, and his hand is never far from the hilt of his pistol.

Unlike some people who were born with natural ability, Frost (as he prefers to be called) spent his early years conditioning and training himself to be a living weapon. His poor parents could barely afford the small dingy apartment he grew up in. He was the only human child in his neighborhood, and always outsized by the aliens that chose to pick on him.

At age 12 he decided he wasnt going to be picked on anymore. On his way home from school, he found himself surrounded by three thugs easily twice his size. When they refused to let him pass, he didnt wait for them to throw the first punch. He shattered the knee of the closest with a single kick, threw an open palm into the nose of the second and hit the third over the head with his book-bag. They never picked on him again.

It was at that moment that Frost decided he would no longer be affraid of any enemy. The worse they could ever do was kill him, and it wasn't like he had that much to look forward to anyway. His agressive tendencies got him into plenty of trouble at school, so his mother sent him off to military school. If there is anything more dangerous than an angry and agressive 18-year-old, it is a highly trained angry and agressive 18-year-old.

Despite some of his instructors best efforts to cool him down, Frost remained agressive to the point of recklessness. It wasnt until he fell for a senior cadet that his agressive tendencies truly came back to bite him. He thought it was love, she used, abused and discarded him. Rather than explode in anger as so many of his fellow trainees expected, Frost calmed down.

The man became so stoic and un-flinching that everyone decided Frost was more his nature than his name. He applied for and was accepted into flight school where he showed exciting promise. His potential was so great that he was eventualy approached by a representative of the Sovereign Protector to serve as part of an elite team.

Though by no means a leader, Frost demonstrated expert skill in both marksmanship and piloting, and was assigned to the covert group known as the Ghosts. Any further records are classified, but it is known that he has been tapped for several important missions and continues to serve today.