[B]Christoph Lockheed[/B]

Christoph took a bite into his burger, chewing away at the chicken at tomatoes. Dressed in a combination of a simple white t-shirt and trousers, the young man had arrived at the convention in casual attire rather than his military uniform. He wasn't here as a representative of the Commonwealth, after all - he was simply just another guest, intent on enjoying the warm and peaceful day. Yet even so, he had brought his mobile suit anyway, with the Javelin bent over behind him, covered by an overly large tarp to protect it from the light of the sun. The paintjob was sadly quite vulnerable to degradation, it seemed.

Burger finished, the MS pilot crumpled up the wrapping, throwing it at a nearby trashcan. It missed. Christoph shook his head. He needed to work on his aim. With a quiet sigh, he stood up and walked the short distance towards the trashcan. It wouldn't do to simply leave his rubbish lying around.