Background:
Defrel was born on the Imperial mining station of Frilawn. The Imperial stormtroopers were the only things Imperial about the station. The credit bought everything, and the ore was a bargaining chip for life. At the age of three a squad of stormtroopers for being "rebels" killed his parents and he was sent to the Imperial "Childs" program.  An Imperial "Childs" program is an Academy that takes young children and raises them as the Empire sees fit. As Defrel grew he soared over the other children in academics as well as the physical fighting the school taught. This impressed his teachers (more for the later fact), he soon found himself quickly placed in an "advanced" program. In this "advanced" program, Defrel and other "sons of the Empire" were organized into what was closely described as Scouttrooper lances. The "sons" were issued an E-11 blaster rifle, and a suit of Scouttrooper armor, as well as a custom VibroKnife. The Knife was designed for the "Childs" program alone; each "son" was given one and was told to wear it with pride. Here the "sons" were assigned to watch and do the "odds ends" of stormtroopers, scouttroopers, and other Imperial units. This was all part of the Empire's twisted plan to create the perfect solider of the Empire. While many of the "sons" took great pride in the slow killing, and mass killings of species that the Empire deemed "rebels" or "lower life forms", Defrel felt something was wrong. The killings made know since, there was no cause for killing sundered solders, no trials for those whom were deemed "rebels". As time went on, Defrel began not going through the killings, letting other go ahead of him. It was on one of these "missions" that Defrel saw the true twisted nature of the Empire, a group form his squad went into to a house killing all inside then walking back out with a bottle of wine. Defrel was shocked, four people dead for a bottle of wine? It was at this time Defrel began to plan on siding with the New Republic. Over the next few missions, he made sure he got the few credits and odd gear left on the battlefield. During a night-raid at a local "rebel" bar, Defrel turned on his fellow "sons" opening fire on them from behind a BlasTech T-21. His "allies" were stunned and too shocked to return fire, Defrel killed them all. The local "rebel" leader came up to Defrel while the bodies were being taken away. The two talked for hours, Defrel told the man of the "program" and the man told him the truth-what the Empire had done, the Battles the Alliance one. Defrel told the man he wished to join the New Republic's armed forces. With a smile on his face, the man told Defrel he could use a good fighter in the "cell". Defrel took up the job with great effort; he followed all the orders, and saved lives-something new to Defrel. As the years went by Defrel and others of the planet freed it from Imperial rule, handed it over to the New Republic. It was at this time that Defrel signed on as a "formal" New Republic ground ponder. Shortly after signing on Defrel was transferred to the planet of Chandrila. Chandrila was a New Republic "Academy" planet-schools of all kind covered the world, and was important to keep this knowledge in Republic's hands. While on the shuttle to the planet, Defrel meet a man named Daes Sevgren. Daes Sevgren was going to the planet to train at the School of Combat Medical Care" also known as "SoCMC". On the flight over Defrel and Daes traded stories of their childhood and past. Daes was impressed by Defrel's story of night-raids. Defrel was to involved in Daes' stories of his parents and the fun times they had, stories of Daes' friends, and stories of a family-something Defrel knew nothing about. When the shuttle landed, and the two had gathered their bags, they split off. Daes had to report at the school, and Defrel had to report to the New Republic's main base. When Defrel reported for duty, he was given his orders, a room number and location of his new quarters. Upon arriving at his new quarters, whom should be his roommate but Daes Sevgren! The to were both shocked to see the other again in such a short time. They settled into their room and prepared for a new life. As the days rolled into weeks, the weeks into months, and months into years the two became like brothers. They shared everything, they knew the other inside out, and could predict what the other was about to do. During the week they would split, not seeing each other due to class, guard duty, and dates, but by the time the weekend came they hit the town. The two soon became top players in the local "blaster tag" court and tourneys. But like all things, it came to an end. It came time for Daes to go to the Special Forces ATC on Corellia. The two said good-bye, but swore they would meet again. And so they did when Defrel's transfer papers to Special Forces went through. When Defrel heard the new he made a mental note, if he passed training then he would try his best to enter Forn or Grek teams, the two teams that bring tears to the Imperials eyes.

Personality: 
Defrel tends to be cool and professional, with a hard shell on the outside, and a heart of gold on the in. Always watching and listening. His motto is simple and sweet; duty, loyalty, above all except honor. He will never leave an allied or friend in battle dead or wounded, even if order 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. Always has a cool, professional, calming affect on people.

Objectives: 
He has few objectives per say. His main objective is to see the Empire destroyed for what they have done to people. Maybe to see himself settle down sometime, maybe even have a family with a kid or two. But general to serve the New Republic and what he feels is right and just.

Quote: 
"I have two Snowmen in my fire field.... how many you have?" or "Retreat.... not the bloody hell likely sir!"

Connection With Other Characters: 
He is the guy everyone likes, the guy whom is a friend to all. He is the guy you see when you are pinned in a firefight, hopping the line to help the wounded of both the Allies and Enemies. Few friends, but many people like him just the same. He may be a friend, a long lost allied, or you might be his best friend Trooper Daes Sevgren of Forn team.

Equipment: Owned:

• SoroSuub QuickSnap 36T Blaster Carbine (5D, Scope, Stock)

• BlasTech E-11 Blaster Rifle (5D,Scope, Stock)

• Scouttrooper belt (left hip holster for E-11, slots for 6 standard power packs, comlink, 2 medpacs, a small collection of drugs (analgesics, emergency pain medication, anti-pyritics, antibiotics, etc), 700cL filtering canteen, a weeks' worth of pill-form food concentrates, variety of basic survival equipment (a pocket flamer, two tabs of jelled fuel, a folding knife, snare wire, etc), 30m length of synthrope in a dispenser along with a folding grapple, two miniaturized ion flares, one mini thermal flare and a tiny laser strobe, small assortment of odds and ends, such as a miniature glowrod, a basic blaster cleaning kit)

• ZinTech Delta Six Cronometer (Video&audio, 6 channel, data-link, *can hold mission map*, encrypted)

• Duffle Bag (currently holds; Clothes (2 form-fitting black "ship suits", 2 form-fitting gray "ship suits", 4 Body gloves), Socks, Trench coat (black), Boots (2 sets; 1 combat, 1 soft soled), Sound-Baffled Headstrap Comlink, Macrobinoculars (+1D to search greater than 50 meters, can be linked to a E-11), 2 Medpac)

Equipment: ATC Issued:

• 1 Ship suit

• 1 Spacer's Chest

• 2 Water-Purifying Canteens

• 1 Combat Jumpsuit

• 1  Blast helmet w/built in Comlink

• 2 Comlinks

• 1 Breath mask

• 1 Standard Survival Pack

• 1 Combat Knife

• 1 DL-22 Blaster Pistol with 3 power packs

• 1 SH-9 silenced slug thrower

• 2 Smoke Grenades

• 2 Stun Grenades

• 2 Concussion Grenades

• A 280 Blaster Rifle