Legacy Name: Qantas
The Cream Wyllop
Age: 10 years, 1 month, 1 week
Born: October 19th, 2010
Adopted: 10 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 19th, 2010
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 20
- Speed: 16
- Health: 20
- HP: 20/20
- Intelligence: 5
- Books Read: 5
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial Services
"The Flying Kangaroo"
When Qantas was a young boy his father brought him to a place where giant birds of aluminum and steel thundered up into the sky. His father told them they were called planes. He watched through the large windows in amazement as plane after plane took flight, astounded how something so large and heavy could defy gravity. After a while his father cleared his throat and placed a hand on Qantas' shoulder, turning Qantas to face him. He pulled a small gift from his pocket and handed it to his son. Qantas excitedly ripped open the paper reveling the book that was wrapped within. Even though Qantas couldn't read yet, a broad smile spread across his face. The book had pictures of planes all over it. His father explained that it would teach him how to fold paper so he could make planes that would fly just like the ones he saw out the windows. Thankful, Qantas hugged his father not knowing it would be for the last time. His father had waited until Qantas was distracted from watching the planes again before quietly taking his leave.
When Qantas thinks back to that day, as he so often does, he remembers seeing a man wearing a jacket just like his father's walk across the tarmac and climb up into one of the planes. He watched the man from the large windows as the man slipped on a helmet before looking over in his direction. He smiled at Qantas and gave him a salute before the plane swallowed him completely. That day Qantas could've sworn the man behind the helmet had his fathers smile. He had continued to watch as the plane sprang to life and took flight leading a small fleet behind it. He stood there for a long time after watching different planes to take flight and others land. When he finally turned around he was all alone.
Growing up Qantas was determined to find his father. He dragged that little book around with him everywhere he went. In his mind that book was a map to his father, and he was going to learn to read it one way or another. By the time he entered into first grade he could read better than any of the kids in his class. In fact he could read better than most third graders. He soon mastered every plane in the book to where each could slice straight and silent through the air directly to his targets. This helped him tremendously in school. He was always passing around notes and answers to tests. He never cheated himself, of course. He didn't have to. He simply provided others with help, for a small fee. In his spare time, when he wasn't doing his homework or homework for others, he would work on his own paper airplane designs. Making notes on his designs, testing and retesting them, before he added them to his book. He began to dabble in using other materials in his paper planes. Before long there was hardly any paper left in them. They grew in size as he did. In high school he decided he was going to make a one big enough to carry him. He got a few friends to help him carry it to the top of the school's gym and then proceeded to try and fly off the top of the building. It glided brilliantly until he tired to turn. He spent a month and a half recovering from a broken leg for that stunt but managed to scare his teachers enough where they got him in touch with a real pilot. The man took him under his wing and taught him all about planes. By the time he was out of high-school he was helping to design real planes. All the while adding each design to the book his father gave him all those years ago.
Today he has now taken over the business and designs planes and plane parts for people who come to him, but his favorite thing to do is tinker on an old plane just like the one he saw his father fly off in. He manages to keep it running just enough for him to travel around the outback, taxiing passengers to their various destinations, all the while hoping he might someday happen upon some trace of his father.
Birth Date: November 28
Star Sign: Sagittarius
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 158 lbs
Blood Type: Slim, Muscular
Hair: Sun-Bleached Brown
Complexion: Slightly Tan
Distinctive Markings: Large vertical scar down left leg
Mother: Mia Ann Jones (deceased)
Father: Lee Oliver Jones (deceased?)
Personality: Determined, Adventurous, Outgoing
Likes: flying, the stars, making pictures out of clouds, the smell of engine grease, sleeping in, reading, memories, old planes
Dislikes: people who take their parents for granted, depression, the feeling of being lost, memories, helicopters, flying over large bodies of water
Profile, Coding, Overlay, & Story by: Necolasa
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