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Harry Wolfe
Character information
  1. Alias
    Haruna
  2. Date of birth
    1987-06-06 (30 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Gander, Newfoundland
  4. Nationality
    Canadian
  5. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  6. Languages
    English
  7. Relationship
    Solo
  8. Family
    N/A
  9. Religion
    Agnostic

Description

  1. Height
    195 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
    Thin Build
  4. Hair
    Short Brown Hair
  5. Eyes
    Green Blue Mix
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Occupation
    Pilot for the Canadian Air Force

Background

My Life... An interesting but plain tale.

I lived a normal life for the most part, grew up in rural canada, was bullied in elementary, graduated average in high school.
Parents were nice, a bit tougher than the others but they mean't good by it.
I left my home to go to collage, to go and get a degree in computer systems. Mainly hardware. Not that software nonsense.

After graduating collage in '06 I wandered, kept a couple of odd jobs and never really used that degree I shelled out for.
2 Years later. Keith, a friend of mine saw my state and decided to get me to enroll in the Canadian military. Of course I saw fit to follow my dreams. Become a Pilot.
I went through hell in boot camp. The DI was real hard on us. I spent 16 weeks there.
Once I was through with boot camp I joined the Air force. After I had passed the exams to deem me flight worthy. I spent the next 6 years in simulations. Learning to fly the Canadian version of the F-18A/E.
The training was grueling, stepping in and out of that metal box that tossed you around for every action you did. It gets to you. But nothing could prepare me for my first actual flight.
Me and 3 other guys were briefed. It was simple, just a standard patrol around Canadian airspace. Nothing serious.
We went up. I had trouble flying the plane, it felt, unresponsive. It was not like the sims they put us in. It was surreal, looking out the cockpit and seeing the clouds go by, watching my wing mate's fly around.
It was a site I would have never taken for granted. I had achieved my dream, here I am, above Ontario flying on the fringe of the U.S border. It was great.
I spent the next 3 years of my life doing this. It was the best years of my life.

Until that fateful day.

I remember it well, July 23rd, 2017. The day I lost everything, my plane, my wings, and my family.

We were summoned to the briefing hall. Only 4 of us were there.
Me, another F-18 Pilot, and 2 E-3 AWACS Pilots.
The briefing went as follows...

"Good morning Gentlemen,
As you know this is a little earlier than our standard patrol brief, this is because you 4 have been tasked with a special mission.
You are not to know the details, as this is a need to know basis mission.
You are to fly from Ontario Air force Base to a base in the U.K.
Once there you will rest and your planes will be gone over and modifications will be made to your loadouts.
2 F-18's will be accompanying the AWACS, you are to protect the AWACS at all costs.
That is all you need to know for now, you will be given another brief when you arrive in Britain."

That was all we got, we jumped in our planes and departed for Britain.

Once we landed our planes were hauled away and we were lead to our bunks.
Each of us was forbidden contact with any base personnel, and each other, even over comms.

We awoke 8 hours later.

Me and the others were escorted to the briefing hall,

The Captain basically gave us a rundown of what our mission was. He gave us a flight path and our loadouts.
Our planes have been stripped of all Air-to-Air armaments. Our planes were naked, no weapons, no bombs, only enough fuel to get there and back.
It seemed Me and the others were unlucky in life, this screamed suicide mission. But the flight path seemed pretty normal, just a nice flight over the Green sea. No Problem.
Everything was fine for the most part, until we hit the green sea.
All of a sudden, our radars were jammed. No one told us this, I asked the AWACS
"This is Escort 1-1 to AWACS, we are encountering radar jamming, is this happening over there to?"
The plane sent back
"This is AWACS to Escort 1-1 we do not see this jamming on our radar."

It was at this moment. That I knew. Something had been hidden this entire time.

Before we could even figure out what was happening, 2 Russian Flankers brought up on our flank.

"You have entered a now fly zone. If you do not comply with us, you will be shot down. Do not attempt to flee under the cover of your jamming plane."
The voice had a thick russian accent to it.

Next thing I knew. The AWACS started to gain altitude, and quickly at that.

Next thing that happened. Well it was quick but, my plane started blaring "MISSILE WARNING" and before I could deploy flares, the missile struck.
The plane shook violently, I lost all control. I made a crash landing in the ocean.
I deployed the emergency raft in my plane and jumped in it, and paddled to shore.

I stripped out of my uniform.
Ditched the parachute. And the suit.
All I had was the jumpsuit, and that was it.

I was lost in a land with no friends. No family, and I do not know where I am.

I wish i could get out of the dark.

But I was about to very soon.

Photos

Status

HEALTHY

Time played: 22.7 hours

Total wounds: 0

Total deaths: 0

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