Okay, how the hell did you get into the middle of a war of an alien race that conquers worlds for a living? Your day was not going so well, your team failed a flight simulation. You nearly get crushed by a flaming ship. And then you and your team ar...
/Hello everyone, this is my fist time writing a story and sorry if anything seems poorly done. And with that out of the way, here's your info./
Key (Y/N) - First Name (L/N) - Last Name (H/C) - Hair Color (H/L) - Hair Length (E/C) - Eye Color (S/C) - Skin Color (G/N) - Grandpa Name (M/N) - Mother's Name
Age: 18
Height: 5"8'
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Likes: Drawing weapon designs, creating weapons, driving his hover bike, video games, team Voltron, singing, his mother, his grandpa, his lion, Pidge.
Dislikes: His friends getting hurt, Galra empire, Zarkon, Haggar, getting shot at (I mean who doesn't), betrayal.
Background: (Y/N) (L/N) is the son of (M/N) (L/N) who is the owner of a high tech blacksmith workshop. (Y/N) grew up without his father which he only knew from the stories that his mother told him, but she never had any pictures of him. When (Y/N) was accepted into the Garrison, his mother and grandfather were ecstatic. But he wouldn't have been accepted if his grandfather didn't recommend him. The day he had packed to go to the Garrison, his mother gave him a weird talisman and an old Walkman saying that the talisman used to be his fathers and the Walkman holds his fathers favorite music.
Changes: Pidge is going to be 17 instead of 15 and is 5 feet tall.
