[@Omega Man]
Alright, I finished my character and here he is.

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[b]Name:[/b] Alexander Louis

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Civilian or Soldier:[/b] Air Force

[b]Face claim:[/b] Sidney Poitier

[b]Job:[/b] Air Force Mechanic

[b]Skills:[/b] Fluent in French, expert plane mechanic, basic first aid training, great spatial sense

[b]Sample Post:[/b] Alexander sighed as he finished looking over the engine of a P-40 Warhawk. Like the last several ones he had inspected, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Alexander took pride in his work and was content that all the airplanes at the air field were in top condition. Alexander then began the walk down the Tuskegee Air Field runway, heading back toward the mess hall, hoping that they were still serving food.

As he did so, Alexander appreciated the stunning, red, setting sun. As he looked up at the sky, Alexander wished that he could be up there. When he had enlisted in the military, Alexander dreamed of becoming a pilot, traveling through the clouds. But the thing was, no black man had ever been a pilot in the American Air Force. So Alexander stowed these dreams, instead using his civilian skill set as a mechanic to serve his country.

But then the Tuskegee Airmen became a thing. Suddenly black men were allowed to fly in the air force. Alexander had immediately pushed to join the unit, eventually getting in. But he still wouldn’t be able to fly, as there were precious few planes available, and only the best of the best were made pilots. Yet again Alexander found himself simply maintaining planes.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Alexander entered the mess hall. To his surprise, there still was food out, though it was no longer hot. But Alexander didn’t really mind, scooping it up onto a tray. By now most of the tables were empty, the pilots and support crew having already eaten. There was still a few people Alexander recognized sitting together, but Alexander’s mood had soured and he didn’t really feel like conversing.

Instead he took a seat by himself in the corner of the room. Alexander then downed the substandard food that they served on base, missing his Grandma’s Haitian cooking. But at least it was edible, as Alexander had heard that the food provided in the field in Europe was even worse.

Just as Alexander was finishing up with his food, the doors to the mess hall swung open, a stranger entering. While not recognizing someone on base wasn’t that odd, what was odd was that he was white. Like most things, the mess halls were still segregated by skin color. Alexander eyed the man suspiciously, even more so as he approached the mechanic.

“Are you Mister Alexander Louis?” asked the man.

“Yes,” Alexander replied, “May I ask who is asking?”

“My name is Cliff Seacord,” replied the man as he offered his hand, Alexander shaking it with his own.

“I’ve been reading your files. You’ve applied to become a pilot several times now. But you’ve been passed over each time,” stated Cliff.

“Yes,” replied Alexander, “There are too few opportunities for men like me.”

“Well what if I told you a new opportunity just opened up for you?” asked Cliff, “I’m here to recruit you to an experimental air force unit.”

“What kind of unit?” questioned Alexander.

“Personal aviation units, or more simply you’ll be a Rocketeer, like me,” answered Cliff.

“A Rocketeer? Seriously?” wondered Alexander, “I mean how would I start?”

“You attend basic training under me. We leave for California in the morning, and no we aren’t taking a rocket pack. I have a plane waiting,” explained Cliff.

Alexander glanced over at the other crew still in the mess hall. He had formed bonds with these men, a brotherhood. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a chance to fly through the sky. So while it would be hard to say goodbye, Alexander did just that before packing what few belongings he had on base into a bag.

Alexander didn’t sleep at all that night, but he was still at perfect attention when morning came and he boarded the plane with Cliff Seacord. Alexander would end up just staring out the window for the entire flight from Alabama to California. It was pure bliss for him just to be among the clouds.

[b]Notes:[/b] Alexander is fluent in French due his Grandmother being from Haiti. Also I made him a part of the Tuskegee Airmen, the first all black air force unit. I’ve always been interested in them and I think making one of them into a Rocketeer would be interesting.
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