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[center][b][color=Brown][h2]Alexander Seymon Maxim[/h2][/color]
[color=Brown]Location:[/color] Outcast Base[/b]

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Amongst the individuals in the large, stuffy, tent, a giant hulk of muscle and meat sits in a tiny chair as waits patiently for a briefing with the Outcast members. Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Seymon Maxim is an imposing man to say the least, with arms as thick as tree trunks, sporting a dome-shaved head, with stubble coating his lower jaw and sideburns, and an imposing look that can freeze anyone in their sights. He has what seems to be a permanent frown curving downwards like he is always displeased 24/7. It's not too often that you see this man smile. After all, Alex does come from the Northern Frontier, a cold and brutal place where the strong and cunning survive. Obviously one can tell he's of the former, with some of the latter sprinkled upon the large vanilla blob of ice cream.

He wasn't the only N.F soldier in the room, though perhaps one of the most high ranking of them inside, let alone in the entire room. Alexander can recognize two more fellow Frontiersmen, both whom he remembers fighting alongside. To his left, he can see Hawthorne Balthazar, the white-haired staff sergeant who he himself had promoted years ago. He even knew his mother before she died tragically in battle. It reminded him painfully about his father's death, Erik Maxim Vadimir, perhaps one of the few things they have in common other than blasting full force into the enemy. To his right, Alex can see the blond, slit-eyed, Cassius Makarov, a supporting sniper who indeed has a deadly reputation. The two hadn't seen or talked to one another much, in fact, according to records, he was supposed to be dead after his whole squad was utterly devastated, but with no sign of major pieces of his mech, it seemed he must've been an MIA after all.

Everyone else in the room he does recognize... they being from other nations. One was a female pilot, the other a rather handome man. As he glances to the next person slightly to his left, he then sees another familiar face. But this time he seems to be frowning a little more than usual, though he didn't express much of it. Captain Nathaniel James Mason II, a Theux state captain, was one of his opponents during the Great War of Orio. Seems like he's gotten some new legs too, after one of Alex's minigun bullets somehow managed to rip his legs off. It was a bit vivid in detail on what happened, but he figures they came from that confrontation. He must be really pissed off on having been robbed with a regular, non-robotic life style, where as Alex has no augmentations whatsoever. It's best not to bother him, let alone look at him. If anything, a close eye should be on the look out for any treachery steaming from his soul, if he has any to begin with anyways.

Already deep in his train of thoughts, he suddenly sees a western cowboy looking fellow come into view. He apparently is known as The Sheriff and asks for Hawthorne, Alexi and Nathaniel to come with him inside. For a second, Alexander thought he was up and was only called by his nickname, but looking back it was clear he mean't someone else. The word "psychopath" instantly flashed in his head when he saw the man walk towards the door. To Alex, he brings a bad vibe. Then again, he must somehow be good in battle, perhaps "crazily" good. 

As the men walked inside, he and the others were left with the deputy. Said Deputy then mentions them to come to the hanger and suit up in their mech for some [i]'fun'[/i]. With a grunt, the shaved bear silently stands up as he follows him to the hangar bay.