
Name: Corran Antilles
Rank: Captain
Height: 6 feet 4 inches = 1.93 m
Birthplace: Corellia
Age: 32
Hair: Dark-brown
Eyes: Brown
Callsign: Rogue Leader or Rogue 1
Pilot nick name: Skippy
Ship: Incom T-65 B X-wing
Favourite weapon: Double-sided lightsaber
Corran was born on Corellia as the first child of Hal and Maeve Antilles. His father was an inspector for Corellian Security, his mother worked in the research of the Museum of Corellian History (one of the reasons that Corran learned fluent Old Corellian when he was older), the Antilles family owned a house right at the Golden Beach, in a suburb of Coronet City, the capital of the planet.
As Corran was almost 3 years old his father had to escort a Corellian Ambassador to Alderaan for a few months. Because of the civil commotion in the Republic, caused through Palpatines self-appointment as the galaxys Emperor, it seemed safer for Maeve and their little son to stay on their home-planet. One of Corrans earliest memories was that his mother argued to his father via the holo-net while this time. Corran didnt understood the meaning of the words, but he saw, that there was a sadness around his mother. But the few bad memories faded soon, because the positive ones outweighed them. As only grandchild to his paternal grandparents Ronan and Chiara and only nephew to his Uncle Janson, his fathers younger brother, Corran was spoiled almost too much. And as his father returned home the normality of a harmonic family life was back soon.
Already with 5 years Corran discovered his love for flying. His uncle was babysitting him for a three days, while his parents were on a weekend trip. But Janson wasnt a babysitter in a traditional way. He didnt sat at home with his nephew. No. He took him to a club, where the unrestricted pilots did meet in their leisure time. Corran loved it to be among the tall Corellian pilots with their laughter and their stories about strange planets for him. While Janson took advantage of that one of the women thought, that it was cute, that he was watching his nephew, one of the pilots sat Corran more jokingly than serious into one of the flight simulators. Corran could hardly reach all of the controls, but as the simulation started, he felt more than did know, what to do. And the audience of hardboiled spacers was surprised by what they saw. There was this child in pre-school age flying like an old ace through the battle sim. Janson was smiling widely, telling everybody, that this was his nephew. But after the simulation was over, he did took Corran aside, asking him if he had done something like that before. Corran did shook his head. But how could you... Janson frowned. I did know it somehow. Corran answered simply.
Since that day it was Corrans wish to become a pilot. And Janson took him to the club, whenever it was possible. Corran enjoyed the time, when Janson did teach him how to fly correctly and not only by instinct. And then there were some changes at home and he wasnt the only child anymore. There was now his younger sister Sasha, who was now the baby of the family. And suddenly he was an older brother, who visited the first grade of school. All the more he was happy about the attention the pilots in the club paid him. Corran was like a mascot to them and it was not important to him, that they did win money, when he did flew against a newcomer. Because of how Corran looked when he sat in a simulator, with a too big helmet on his head, a concentrated look on his face, his Uncle named him Skippy after the sidekick of a Corellian cartoon superhero. Corran always wanted to be rather the superhero himself, but then his uncle tousled Corrans dark hair, telling him that he, Corran, was only the sidekick to him, Janson.
The first real bad experience of his life happened as Corran was 7. He was waiting for Janson to come back to Corellia from one of his journeys. But he didnt appeared on the day, he had told Corran as his day of return. As Corran wanted to ask, where his uncle was, he saw a mix of anger, grief and frustration in his fathers eyes. Then he hugged him, telling him in a low voice, that Janson was dead. Corran couldnt believe that he heard. That was impossible. Corran was sure, that Janson would return soon. But the weeks passed and there was so sign of his uncle. The weeks became months and the memory of his uncle began to fade slowly as the life went on.
To be continued...
Episode II - the teenager years will come soon

