Name: Defrel Vilcun
Callsign: Merlin
Personal Weapons: Custom BlasTech E-11, Grandfather's lightsaber.
Ships Own: TIE Defender
Droids Own: R7C9 "Bogie"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown, Black
Build: Athletic/Muscular
Age: 21
Species/Home world: Corellian/Vinloria Prime
Height: 6'6
Weight: 137
Force Sensitive: Yes,  Currently pondering to study and learn or not to study and learn his Jedi heritage.
Other Information: Ex-Imperial 181st pilot.  Ambidextrous.

Physical Description:
Tall, Athletic, muscular build. Defrel's appearance is one of a harden veteran-professional, calm, and confident. He walks and talks with a smooth professional (Imperial) tint.    Defrel dresses still in an Imperial type fashion, clean cut and neatly kept.  He prefers to wear the Squadron's form-fitting jumpsuits were he goes with a body glove under.   He prefers dark colored clothes, mostly black and dark grays, most likely accompanies by a long hooded cloak or a trench coat.  A pair of short black gloves normally accompanies this, and a pair of black combat boots.   This outfit will always be finished off by an Imperial pilot's combat belt with his sheaved E-11 on his left hip.

Mental Description:
Defrel tends to be cool and professional, with a young cocky twist.  Defrel's the type of pilot you see in the pre-flight briefing listening closely-he is always  watching and listening. His motto is simple and sweet; duty, loyalty, above all except honor.  His high code of ethics have gotten him and out of trouble, on both sides of the line.   He never will abounded a fellow pilot in combat.,...even if ordered too.   He tends to protect or take in the underdog in a situation. And will always stands up to the larger person in a fight.... almost enjoying the idea of downing the "big man." He is heroic, in a strange sort of way; he just sees it as part of the job. A quick smile, and a shine in his eye hint at when he's in the mood to get into trouble, and he has spent more than one night in the brig because of it.

Background:
Defrel was born on the Planet of Vinloria Prime on the outskirts of Minlorian and Outer rim territories space.   Defrel was born into a loving family; his mother a farmer's daughter, his father an Imperial Pilot, his sister three years older.  Life was simple, from the day of his birth till his 12th birthday Defrel awoke early in the morning to-do his chores, then left for school, came home.   At the age of twelve Defrel was sent to the "advanced children's education center of the Empire".   Here Defrel was thrown into a world of "cubical" thinking, hate filled, and Empire loving "Sons of the Empire".    Defrel soon learned that you ether went along with the other or were quickly as the headmaster put it "sent to be reeducated".   So Defrel followed along, he put his heart and sole into excelling in every area that school had.   However Defrel never really bought into the whole propaganda bit at all.    Since the years there Defrel thinks it was my his father's and mother's words saying "trust in your heart...not what you are told.....".    As the years past Defrel became one of the top students, excelling greatly in the areas of piloting, Starfighter tactics, and ground combat.   This over joy his teachers and even got the attention of the headmaster.   The head master, whom had been a 181st pilot instill he lost his leg, called Defrel to his office.   There Defrel was meet by a man in a black TIE pilot's flight suit with a red strips on the sides.   It was here that Defrel told he was going to be tested on his piloting skills.   For the next month Defrel flew sim flight after sim flight of combat engagements, in every craft, from TIE to BlastBoat.   When the month was over Defrel was told he had been accepted into the 181st, Defrel was overjoyed, he had made a name for himself!   Defrel ran to his bunk room, he packed his few issued clothes in a military issued black duffle bag, clipped on his pilot's belt and walked to the shuttle.   A day later  Defrel found himself standing in a small room aboard the Star Destroyer Vengeance's Venom.  He unpacked the few thing he had and walked to the commander's office to report for duty.   After doing so Defrel was  instructed to proceed to the quarter master's office to get his gear and be in the hanger bay at 1400 hours.   Upon arriving in the flight hanger he saw two fighters that he had never seen before.  He was informed that these fighters were the fighters that would when the war for the Empire.    Over then next few days, pilots after pilots, taught Defrel how to fly the craft.   Soon Defrel was the best pilot on the craft, he even began teaching other 181ers how to fly  them better.   Over the next few years Defrel flew with the 181st, combat mission after combat mission, raid after raid in till one day on a raid of a "rebel" space station.    The pre-flight briefing was simple, the Empire best Intel had found, and spied upon the station-it was a "rebel" Starfighter base.   As the mission proceeded Defrel was order to begin his strafing run, Defrel gunned the engines and armed his weapons. As he skimmed the top of the station, his sensor told him that civilians were on the station not fighters-but it was to late his weapons fired, Defrel was in shock.   Upon returning to the base Defrel was promoted to Major, Defrel instead of going to his on party went into his room to think.   He sat on the edge off his bunk when a knock came from the door, a small man entered and informed him that his family was dead.   Now in more shock then before, Defrel read the sheet that told of their deaths, it said raiders killed them.    This Defrel knew was a lie, there were no raiders anywhere near his home planet.   Defrel turned to the holocomputer on his bed, he opened the file on 181st and began to  read.   He did not know what he was looking for but his eyes landed on a name.......Jek Veroon.   Defrel's eye poured over the computer, reading every sub article on him.   He had to admit this guy sound like himself, granted an older version, but himself.   Defrel learned of his battles, and how he fled the Empire and took out several craft doing so.   With this in his mind Defrel began to plan.   He began to "borrow" items from every pilot, ship, tool.  Credits, blaster clips, explosive, key cards.   Soon he set his plan in motion, one night when most of the ship was sleeping Defrel exited his room and went to the Hanger in which his TIE Defender was kept, Defrel the night before had  a paint droid remove the Imperial markings.   He had the droid paint it solid black with a picture of a druid with a rowan oak staff on the one side.   The druid was dressed in crimson robe and his staff a dark blue with the tip glowing crimson.   Defrel through his duffle bag in the small cargo port and began the pre-flight check list.   All was going to plan.   As Defrel began to fly the craft forward alarms sounded, he paid no attention, instead he gunned his engines.   As he left the hanger he heard pilots rush to  craft.   With out even looking back Defrel pressed a button on his coming and the hanger exploded, as did the ships hyper drive.    As Defrel pulled the hyperspace lever, he looked on the galaxy with new eyes.  Soon Defrel found himself on the New Republic Star Destroyer Majesty, looking into three different men's eyes.   Each was dressed the same, one with a berre.   Finally one of them talked, "Well your story checks out....welcome to tDefender Squadron Merlin...."