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Jan is eager, affable, and painfully green. He lacks the haunted edge of his squadmates, still convinced that valor matters and that survival isn’t just dumb luck. His presence sometimes feels like a misplaced optimism, a remnant of a younger military that no longer exists. To [[Shiloh Gett]], he’s a liability she instinctively tries to protect—and a constant reminder of who she used to be. | Jan is eager, affable, and painfully green. He lacks the haunted edge of his squadmates, still convinced that valor matters and that survival isn’t just dumb luck. His presence sometimes feels like a misplaced optimism, a remnant of a younger military that no longer exists. To [[Shiloh Gett]], he’s a liability she instinctively tries to protect—and a constant reminder of who she used to be. | ||
His flying style reflects his personality: enthusiastic, aggressive, and often over-extended. He wants to prove himself, but doesn’t yet understand the cost. During engagements, he tends to push too hard | His flying style reflects his personality: enthusiastic, aggressive, and often over-extended. He wants to prove himself, but doesn’t yet understand the cost. During engagements, he tends to push too hard, but not from arrogance—just youthful urgency. With guidance, he might become a competent pilot. Without it, he’ll die trying to impress the ghosts that surround him. | ||
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Jan has a youthful, open face that seems out of place among the weary, sharp-featured veterans. His short, sandy hair is always slightly unkempt, as if he hasn’t yet learned the military’s quiet obsession with grooming. He carries himself with a restlessness that speaks of caffeine, nerves, and ambition—rarely still, rarely silent. His uniform is regulation-issue, but lived-in: flight suit creased from long hours in the cockpit, collar often slightly askew. | Jan has a youthful, open face that seems out of place among the weary, sharp-featured veterans. His short, sandy hair is always slightly unkempt, as if he hasn’t yet learned the military’s quiet obsession with grooming. He carries himself with a restlessness that speaks of caffeine, nerves, and ambition—rarely still, rarely silent. His uniform is regulation-issue, but lived-in: flight suit creased from long hours in the cockpit, collar often slightly askew. | ||
In conversation, Jan tends to speak too much and too soon. He asks the questions others don’t. His tone is more "cadet dorm" than "military briefing," peppered with misplaced jokes and awkward enthusiasm. He doesn't yet know when to be quiet—but he’s starting to learn. | In conversation, Jan tends to speak too much and too soon. He asks the questions others don’t. His tone is more "cadet dorm" than "military briefing," peppered with misplaced jokes and awkward enthusiasm. He doesn't yet know when to be quiet—but he’s starting to learn. | ||
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Latest revision as of 11:39, 13 January 2026
Ensign Jan Gilboa (22) is the youngest and most untested member of Epsilon Squadron, recently assigned to the 14th Expeditionary Fleet from the Academy. In a unit of broken veterans and political discards, he stands out not because of distinction, but because he hasn’t yet been shattered by the war.
Jan is eager, affable, and painfully green. He lacks the haunted edge of his squadmates, still convinced that valor matters and that survival isn’t just dumb luck. His presence sometimes feels like a misplaced optimism, a remnant of a younger military that no longer exists. To Shiloh Gett, he’s a liability she instinctively tries to protect—and a constant reminder of who she used to be.
His flying style reflects his personality: enthusiastic, aggressive, and often over-extended. He wants to prove himself, but doesn’t yet understand the cost. During engagements, he tends to push too hard, but not from arrogance—just youthful urgency. With guidance, he might become a competent pilot. Without it, he’ll die trying to impress the ghosts that surround him.
Jan has a youthful, open face that seems out of place among the weary, sharp-featured veterans. His short, sandy hair is always slightly unkempt, as if he hasn’t yet learned the military’s quiet obsession with grooming. He carries himself with a restlessness that speaks of caffeine, nerves, and ambition—rarely still, rarely silent. His uniform is regulation-issue, but lived-in: flight suit creased from long hours in the cockpit, collar often slightly askew.
In conversation, Jan tends to speak too much and too soon. He asks the questions others don’t. His tone is more "cadet dorm" than "military briefing," peppered with misplaced jokes and awkward enthusiasm. He doesn't yet know when to be quiet—but he’s starting to learn.