Pilot: Jaxon Laurie Call-sign: En guarde Concept: Adventurous Scholar Nationality: United Kingdom
Aspects: * Curiosity killed the Jaxon * Romantic at Heart * "Nobody Calls Me Chicken" * Intellectual * Life of the Party
Piloting Sub-Skills: Great: Aerial Psyche Good: Handling Fair Gunnery
Skills: Superb: Academics (Languages: English, French, German, Greek, Latin, Spanish) Great: Pilot, Alertness, Investigation Good: Empathy, Rapport, Resolve Fair: Athletics, Engineering, Leadership, Science Average: Guns, Mysteries, Resources, Survival, Weapons
Stunts: (Academics) Scholar (Alertness) On Top of It (Investigation) Scene of the Crime (Pilot) Flying Ace (Rapport) International (Resolve) Smooth Recovery
Aircraft: Name: J2 Fury Description: Jaxon's Fury is painted a bright green with six white stripes on each wing that run parallel to the fuselage. A crossed pair of rapiers are painted in white on the side of the fuselage.
Jaxon knew when he set foot on the steamer bound for America that he was looking one thing, adventure! You could have called him a romantic at the time and he would have agreed with you. Even today the adjective still holds true.
Born the son of a banker in Bristol, Jaxon grew up educated and well mannered. When his schooling ended the Great War was already in full force. Not being terribly fond of the sea, Jaxon signed up for the British Army. It was during recruitment that he first learned of the Royal Flying Corps, a new arm of the British Army that took to the skies. Jaxon was immediately swooned by the idea of flying over the battlefield for his country. At first he was assigned as an artillery observer on a Bristol F.2 or "Biff" as they called them. After a year of service he was finally trained as a pilot, although it would be almost six months before he scored his first victory in the skies.
He had been flying a reconnaissance mission when two Fokker Monoplanes descended on him. Jaxon was flying an Airco D.H.5, a tough fighter more suited to ground attack than dogfights. The German fighters swooped in, unleashing twin streams of hot lead. One scored a hit on the wings, but the tough aircraft held up nicely. For almost two hours the three craft were locked in battle, a harrowing test of endurance by any standard. They twisted and turned in the sky, a deadly ballet of flight that could only end in death.
Soon the planes were all running low of fuel and one of the Fokkers attempted to break off and return to base. Jaxon saw his chance and went for the retreating plane. He lined up his sights and... a hail of bullets peppered Jaxon from behind! In his moment of determination the other fighter had sneaked up on him. Jaxon turned around in his seat pulling out his sidearm in the process. He started to climb as well, hoping to lose the fighter while covering himself with a few paltry shots from his pistol. Then the unbelievable happened, the German pilot behind him fell limp in his seat. The plane plummeted towards the earth, the pilot impossibly hit by one of Jaxon's pistol shots. Jaxon then turned to take out the other fighter, but he was gone. The battle over Jaxon's engine began to sputter, as the last drops of fuel were being consumed. He quickly swept into action and landed his plane in a nearby field.
When he returned to his squadron there was much celebration as he had scored his first victory. Jaxon couldn't help but feel that it wasn't a true victory as he was forced to land, and the other pilot had escaped. He would later find out that the planes were flown by two brothers, Hans and Fredrick Voss. Jaxon had shot Hans, and this was not the last he would see of Fredrick. In fact they would clash six more times over the course of the war. It seemed that fate would not let them part ways. Strangely none of the battles ever came to a conclusion. They were both shot down several times, but they always returned to fight another day.
When the war came to a close and they never saw each other again. But Jaxon had a bad feeling that it wasn't over yet. After the war he returned to school and obtained a degree in history. But the academic life didn't suit him, and his lust for excitement, so he headed for America to enlist his flying skills once again.