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In Feral 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Awfully quiet around here indeed...
Welp, did my post. Yeehaw.
Maxwel felt quite proud of himself already. Most likely the credit given to him had already filled his head more than enough, and if that was not enough yet, they had palced him in charge of flying the Lightyear. A small smirk on his face slowly evolved into a grin and from there, a wide grin. He made sure to catch all the right names and right faces for the rest of his new team to make sure he'd avoid al lpossibly awkward mistakes when adressing someone. He patiently waits until the end of the briefing and was immediately adressed. He salutes the commander with dumb grin on his face before turning away and swiftly moving to the pilotseat."Well then people, you do you and I do me, me and my new girlfriend had an assigment right from the start." He sits down and feels the seat and glances across the controls, switches and buttons, quickly memorizing and identifying them then."Am I ever glad that vehicles are genderless. Usually it's difficult to keep a girl quiet under my care. BAM!" He starts up the engines and waits for the clearance while the others did whatever it was they were doings, and soon they were off towards their destination. Maxwel leans back against his seat and snaps on the speakers casually while moving his headphones from his neck and out of the way."Welcome to the S.E.U Lightyear Airlines, we are on our way Xan, ETA, let's say few hours for now before I am fully aware of her true capability." He turns off the speakers and pulls out sunglasses from his pocket, flips them open and places them on his eyes. He was so going to places.
Posting either today late evening or tomorrow early at morning.
Girl you're an AAALIEEEEEN!

I like it. Especially because Tracers are OP.
That ship was beautiful. And huge. And Impressive with capital I. Maxwel could not believe it even though he was just about to board the vessel. "Oh yes.." He mumbles to himself and grins, adjusting his headphones and then looking along the ship again. He would be going places. He would not mind digging around the ship persnally, taking it apart and putting back together afterwards. But he lacked the equipment to do so as well as the time, so it would be better not to do that. Besides, some impatient nitpicker would probably get upset if he did such a thing to their cutting edge ship. He would sneak to see the engineroom though. Someday.

After wandering around needlessly long time and being completely amazed by the insides of the ship, he finally remembered why he came here the first place and soon found his way into the briefing room, after stepping into every little sidepath he could find first. If there was someone waiting for them, he would have completely lost them within the first five minutes of his exploration, granted that they would have had a chance to catch up with him in the first place. Unfortunately for his greatest disappointment yet, he could not get into the shuttle bay yet no matter how hard he tried. Thus he finally got into the briefing room and glanced around real fast, only spotting one other person there. She was standing in the command deck, atleast that is what he thought it seemed like, thus she was either quite a curious chick or then...well, better play it safe. He salutes her.

"Maxwel Saturn, at your service." He stated his name politely yet firmly. Just as father had taught him. What his father had nowhere nearly taught to him would be messy hair and headphones on his ears, or well, one of them as he knocked the other one down while saluting. Normally he would have cursed slightly and tried to catch it, but as he, assumingly, was in the presence of a commanding officer he just allowed the headphones yank down and fall around his neck instead.
I'll do so after I've got stuff and things done, including dinner.
Name: Maxwel "Gear" Saturn

Age: 22

Weight: 242Lbs/110Kg

Height: 5.9 feet/180Cm

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Pilot, Aerial Transport Focus

Appearance: Navy blue hair, green eyes, athletic, tanned body that has femine look on it and it comes packed with perfectly white and straight teeth, Maxwel looks like he's right out of a book or a cartoon show. He wears his uniform proudly, even though it seems to be slightly tight on him. His helmet has multiple gogs and gears painted on it hence his nickname. Surprisingly enough he's still using the goggles provided with the helmet.

While off dute he's usually wearing white tanktop and saggy jeans along with black combat boots provided by the military, he carries his dogtags along and usually has large headphones around his neck, only further enforcing the image that he doesn't belong to this world.

Maxwell has multiple tattoos around his body, Triforce on his left cheek, Gogwheel above his heart, piece of ham(??) on his right side and text "Weapon" along his right arm. He often refuses to talk about them.

Personality: Reckless yet lazy. Hotheaded but chill. His personality seems to go from one extreme to another in a blink of an eye, which makes it difficult to interract with him in a casual manner

Yet even if he seems out of control at the times, as soon as someone with proper authority or real matter at hand addresses him, he regains all focus and nearly seems like a normal person for a brief moment.

He also has a love for machinery, if he's not taking care of the craft entrusted upon him, he's most likely snooping around other vehicles or, if given chance, sneaking his way into R&D vehicular department. More than once he's been escorted out, yet no one seems to be able to pinpoint his entrance point, and they won't get it out of him.

Biography: The Saturn family is a soldier family, just a normal one. They are not known for being notoriously bad nor being extraordinarily skilled. They are just your everyday soldiers. Maxwel's father and his father before him, as well as his two brothers are pilots. His mother is a part of the R&D Spacecraft department and his sister is currently studying to become a field medic. They are just soldiers among other soldiers. Maybe that is why Maxwel clearly seeks to stand out from the others.

Weapons: Heavy duty revolver, customized in decorative manner, standard issue submachine gun.
I'm in too. Should you have me.
Somewhere.
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