Lieutenant Phin "Dolly" McBride
Phin1.jpg McBride, Phin
LT Air Wing
Station BS-114 Orion
Position Viper Pilot
Age Sex
25 M
Hair Eyes
Brown Blue

"So it was that the war in the air began. Men rode upon the whirlwind that night and slew and fell like archangels. The sky rained heroes upon the astonished earth. Surely the last fights of mankind were the best. What was the heavy pounding of your Homeric swordsmen, what was the creaking charge of chariots, besides this swift rush, this crash, this giddy triumph, this headlong sweep to death?"
— H.G. Wells, 'The World Set Free,' 1914


Phin McBride was a fighter pilot assigned to the VF-777 ("Lucky Strikes") squadron aboard the BS Orion from just prior to the Cylon attacks to AWD 305. Viper jock primarily, though he was also qualified for Predator ops. He came aboard fresh out of flight school in November 2004, one of the many personnel who were on-loaded for the ship's second 18-month tour over the super-secret planet of Piraeus. It was supposed to be a quiet peace-time stint at an isolated post. Then the Cylons nuked the colonies, and he had to de-Rook. He was promoted quickly, from Ensign to full Lieutenant in under a year, either a sign of confidence from his superiors or just a testament to the punishing attrition of the Cylon conflict. He's not the most aggressive jock but he's generally considered a good guy to have on your wing (assists are by far his highest stat).

He's pretty private about his personal life, but some details are widely known if one cares to know them. He was born and lived all his life prior to joining up on the planet of Scorpia. He did his schooling at the Fist of Ares Formative Academy for Young Men, a military-style school in Celeste run by the (very small) educational arm of the Cult of Ares. The Fists have a reputation as reform schools, though that's not the only reason students attend. And it doesn't square with the clean-cut Fleet recruiting poster image the young man generally tries to project. He did well enough there to squeak into the Fleet as an Academy puke (CFA Leonis), and beyond that flight school in the Viper pipeline on Picon. The rest is ongoing history.

His face might be familiar to the CMC detachment, as he's identical the twin brother of Sergeant Bear McBride.

Epilogue: On 305 AWD, Phin was offered a transfer to Picon to serve on a Tactical team that supposedly reports directly to Colonel Spree. While he regretted giving up flying, and leaving his comrades on the Orion, the opportunity was too much to pass up. In many ways, more strategic planning operations suit him better than the pure combat post of a Viper pilot. He still writes to his old friends on the Orion, when he can, and when the ever-unpredictable communications channels of war allow. Rumor has it he's tasked to a team planning contact and support operations to survivors on Scorpia, his home planet.



Phin McBride is a young man, probably not yet past twenty-five, though he has a reserved, serious way of carrying himself that might make him seem a little older. He's average height for a man, a few inches short of six feet, with a medium build that's been beaten into shape by athletic - or military - training. His skin is naturally fair, usually clean-shaven, and with a light tan that suggests some hours spent planet-side during a given week. His hair is a sandy shade of brown, kept short and neat, and his eyes are a cornflower shade of blue. When he speaks there's a tinge of a gulf coast Scorpia twang in his voice, though years off-planet and his own efforts at pronunciation soften it.

When his arms are bare, a pair of tattoos are visible on his right. Along his forearm is intricate, lacing script reading: "…that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul." Those who know about such things would recognize this as a verse from one of the hymns of Ares. Four small, short scars - the sort made by shrapnel - are mixed in with ink marks and break up the text in places, though they don't render the words illegible. On his right shoulder is a more whimsical image, a jumping dolphin, done in semi-tribal style: black and white with stylized lines and patterns running across its 'fins.'

Service Jacket

Fortis atque Fidelis - Motto of the VF-777


Comrades in Arms

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Song Artist Lyric
Apocalypse Blood & Chrome Bear McCreary When my time's done, will I be in the ground or blazing towards the sun?
Battle Born The Killers You never know, if you never learn. You never shine, if you never burn…
This Is War 30 Seconds to Mars It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie, and the moment to live and the moment to die. The moment to fight, the moment to fight, to fight, to fight, to fight…!
Percussion Gun White Rabbits Well, take it from me. What else could you do? Ah, where do you get off, and how can I get there, too?
You're Gonna Go Far Kid The Offspring And now you steal away. Take him out today. Nice work you did. You're gonna go far kid…
Given to Fly Pearl Jam A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw. Delivered him wings. "Hey look at me now…"
Watch the Sky Something Corporate I will grow…there's things that aren't worth giving up, I know. But I wont let this get me, I will fight. You live the life you're given with the storms outside, and some days all I do is watch the sky…
Why We Fight The Decemberists Come the war. Come the avarice. Come the war. Come hell…
Kill Your Heroes AWOLNATION I say ya kill your heroes and fly, fly, baby don't cry. No need to worry 'cause, everybody will die. Every day we just go, go, baby don't go. Don't you worry we love you more than you know.


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