Tyler John Tremaine

[Sidney Bainbridge]

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[Roger Davis]

Sid, did you update the population chart for Tyler? I know you did birthday and Face claim (I did who's who).

[Tyler Tremaine]

This app is now under construction, I will fix it all up later. Using the old app as a basis. Please bare with my ingenuousness. New History:

Have you ever seen someone and thought, "Man, that guy was just born to do that!" For instance Leonard Pikes who plays professional Pyramid for the Tauron Bulls. Six foot four, two hundred twenty pounds of muscle, and shoots lasers from between the pyres. Guy can roll two feet either way, bulldoze anyone and shoot across court from the air. We all know the story, he grew up on Tauron, stood above the heads of his peers, dominated in college and was drafted in the first round. Born to do this.

Tyler was born to be a fighter pilot.

You know what I mean, born of Caprica to just the right concoction of parental misguidance, and left in the perfect situation to jump in with both feet. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning.

Tyler's parents met on vacation on Aquaria and Ty was conceived out of wedlock. So Jenna and James did what any responsible, idiotic youth would do, they got married. Both were from Caprica, and they moved in together at Jame's home in Delphi and lived there together in marital unbliss until Tyler was three years old. Three years two months and six days if you want to be precise. And that's when they got the divorce. Now, say what you want about his parents, but they actually got along fine after they separated. It was an uncontested divorce, and while Jenna was awarded sole and complete custody of Tyler, James actually raised him for the most part. Jenna was a career soldier, and remains so to this day. Sergeant Major in the marines if you're interested.

Jenna remarried three more times, and divorced three more times, as a soldier's life, especially one who jumps as her career dictates, makes life pretty hard on a partner who has a job, and a family. Throughout the majority of her career, Jenna made arrangements for Tyler to stay with James and his wife Cassiopeia. Cass and James met prior to James' divorce, and one might say she was the reason, but Jenna was just as disloyal, making the Sheffords one big happy family. James and Jenna never lost their initial lust for each other, and continue to use Tyler as an excuse to meet each other frequently, and to taste better days. And that is Caprican love. Nothing like it.

Now, Cass helped shape Tyler's future too, as she was the one who helped land James his dream job. And by "dream" I of course mean "well paying". Cassiopeia's father is Collen Rawl of Jenning and Rawl. The company that the Colonial government subcontracts to program DECM(Defensive Electronic Countermeasure) Protocols for the Viper Mark VIIs, and they have been working in that license for three decades. James was brought on in an entry level position, and by his own ability, and the aid of being the bosses son-in-law, he climbed the corporate ladder. We'll come back to this.

Tyler grew up with his mother and father very much in his life. Though they weren't married, the constantly saw one another, and cheated on their spouses with each other regularly, and as such, Tyler played the fence. You might come under the impression that he was a spoiled rich kid, who learned how to get what he wanted through parental negotiation. Well... you're not wrong. Don't get it twisted, Jenna and James actually taught Tyler a lot of solid morals, duty, honor, respect, diligence, passion, determination and humility. However, dependency was something they did not pass on very well. You might forgive Ty for coming to the conclusion, that marriages were for the Gemenise...

I'm getting sidetracked, back to his start. Let's skip ahead to his teens, when James became Director of Precision Electronic Warfare (PREW), and his weeks turned into sleeplessness. Tyler, who loved tagging along with his dad, spent many a school break in the R&D outskirts, playing in flight simulator pods. Ty's school operated on a year round schedule that was designed to eliminate kids forgetting their academic advancements. A byproduct of that schedule, was tons of smaller breaks instead of one long summer. Cass was what you might call a "trophy wife" and not much of a mother, and Tyler used his typical leverage to go to his father and grandfather's office with every spare chance.

And as such, he spend an exorbitant amount of time in flight simulators all throughout his youth, learning things that most children just never dreamt of. His father didn't have time to care, his grandfather thought it was a fun way to spend one's childhood, and since Tyler stayed out of trouble this way, he allowed it, and Jenna was on back to back tours during that era. So Tyler lived on in a computerized war with pirates, and rebels and cylons. A never ending virtual war. Until he was seventeen. Now, Tyler's family put him into school a year early, and he graduated at seventeen. His grandfather, Collen Rawl, took it upon himself to take advantage of Tyler's innate ability to fly, as after years of playing with the simulator, he'd become overtly familiar with the Viper Mark V, which as you may know, was slightly illegal. Still, legal or not, having a wild natural pilot for test screening was an asset that many companies lie Jenning and Rawl paid very good money for. And Collen hired Tyler on with some pressure.

The fact was, Tyler wanted to go to fleet, he did love Vipers, and had a head for flight, and knew enough to have a strong advantage over many of his would-be peers. But he was also a rich kid, who needed help from his parents. And Jenna, who was not stupid, and James, who was very proud to have Ty join the team, both heavily fought for him to take the job. Tyler never wanted it, but in the end, he took the offer on the condition that he received the college benefits that seasoned Vet's were offered. Obviously, this pleased Collen, and the deal was made without question, and at seventeen years old, Tyler signed a contract with Jenning and Rawl to be a test pilot for the Precision Electronic Warfare Department. If your paying any attention at all, that's a defence contract for the government, and not strictly legal. Let's hear it for Caprican diplomacy, nothing like it...

Tyler went to school in Delphi where his father's first house was, and rented the old house as his first home. He shared it with three roommates, and spent the next for years balancing between the classes he had to take for his grandfather, classes he elected to take for Colonial Fleet preparation, and working a fifty hour regular job as a Electronic Warfare Consultant and Advanced Countermeasure Research Technician. Not exactly the summer job his roommates had. The J&R contract he'd signed was for five years, and Tyler serve every one of them, his last year spent entirely at work, as he took a year off from school. After his contract was up, Tyler sat down with his father, and grandfather, and had a long talk about his future. When all was said and done, he paid back two years worth of bonuses, and was forced to pay off his school loans, but he did not remain with J&R. For better or for worse, Ty was now, a military man.

He joined the Colonial Fleet Academy in 1992, graduating in the typical four years as an Ensign.



Roger, please confirm this ending. is that right, i don't know jack about college stuff and military college and whatnot.

[Roger Davis]

Yeah, it's a bit messed up.

1) Working 50 hours a week AND finishing college in the standard four years is a serious accomplishment. Assuming you get your eight hours a day, Tyler is going to be working ten hours, then in class for about three a day with a bare minimum of three hours of homework for those three hours of class. You're already at 24 hours a day without factoring in transportation from one place to the other, eating, using the bathroom, etc. You can probably dump the large school projects and some feeble attempt to have a social life onto the weekends but the chances of burnout from a life like that are high. At the very least you'd think that either his studies or his work would suffer, or both.

Of course plenty of people work and go to college at the same time. However they usually take longer to finish and at the same time you generally cut down on your work too. I'd think you'd need to get down to no more than 40 work hours per week and maybe a five year program to finish (approx. 8 hours of work a day plus about 5 hours of school and homework) or some other variation that cuts back in one or the other.


2) Going through college first and then joining the Fleet Academy doesn't entirely make sense. Yes, it can be done but the Academy is basically another college just with a military focus (and you say Tyler already took classes focusing on preparation for a career in the Fleet). You can still do both if you like, but it would make more sense to either do the Academy from the start, do do some type of program through the school in Delphi, or merely do OCS once he graduated.

If you did the Academy from the start then you wouldn't be able to work for grandpa. If you did a program like ROTC at Delphi but without the reserve component then you'd have a few more hours a week lost to a new timedrain but you could still work at the same time (but grandpa would know you're in this and it's no longer a graduation surprise that you sign up). OCS would be the easiest fit. The only issues are 1) it's not nearly as prestigious or "complete" as the academy so it will potentially limit/slow his promotion potential in the higher ranks (maybe a good thing for where you want TJ to be during the RP?) and 2) it's less than a year, not a full four, for timeline purposes. This leads us to...


3) How do you want his later timeline to go? As of now he entered the Academy in'92 at the age of 22. He'll graduate at 26 in '96. He'll be through all his training and such at 27 in '97. That leaves him only six (six and a half actually) years of professional career in the military up to late '03 when he will be 33.

The way it is now, Tyler got a "late start" even if his entire childhood and those young adult years were spent in simulators and test craft. I think by '97 when Tyler is just getting out there, Sid would have been moving out toward command positions so they'd never have their buddy-buddy time (to be confirmed by Sid's new app of course)


The bottom line on this so far: You've got a lot of great stuff going on that's filling up his youth, but in the process it's screwing over his military career. Hopefully number three will turn out better if you clean up number two. I think you just need to cut back number 1 and make that part of his history just a little more reasonable. Tyler's a great pilot and a smart guy but he's not a superhuman that can keep up with that level of work for five years running on minimal sleep and absolutely no free time.