Messieurs. Les vaisseaux aériens ci-dessous sont expérimentaux, comme vous l'imaginez probablement. La Royal Navy aurait pu avoir une frégate pour le coût du lot d'entre eux. Ce que vous faites dans le cadre de cette mission déterminera si la production se produit ou non. Je ne serai pas en mesure de donner des ordres directs dans la chaleur de la bataille, donc je m'attendrai à ce que vous utilisiez votre meilleur jugement lors de l'attaque de l'ennemi- si nous engageons l'ennemi du tout. Le capitaine Lorraine a dit.
"Nous ferons de notre mieux, monsieur. Il suffit de nous montrer à l'ennemi et de nous dire combien d'explosions vous voulez voir." Garrett a dit avec un sourire, toujours salutation.
« Notre ingénieur en chef sera en mesure de vous offrir de l'aide dans toutes les rénovations que vous aimeriez faire pour améliorer l'embarcation- si vous lui demandez gentiment. » Le capitaine continua alors qu'il faisait un geste à la demi-Africaine aux cheveux violets. "Ne vous inquiétez pas, tant que vous ne faites rien pour m'énerver, vous n'aurez pas à vous inquiéter des modifications, demandez juste et je ferai ce que je peux, mais ne m'attendez pas à ce que je vous ramène de la tombe si vous tombez et brûlez au sol ou à l'océan, et si vous survivez qui ne m'attendent pas à pêcher votre navire ou votre cul hors de l'océan, ou à le réparer si c'est au-delà de la réparation."
Garrett a lâché son salut et s'est ridiculisé. "Si c'est le cas, alors vous n'avez absolument rien à craindre. Apporte-nous ce qu'on te demande et on ramène l'oiseau en un seul morceau. Aucun avion français ne nous a encore abattus, et nous n'allons pas commencer maintenant." Il a dit.
Sur le côté, il a vu un officier habillé officiellement en saluant rouge près du capitaine. Garrett voyait de toutes ses médailles qu'il était un soldat hautement expérimenté, brandissant des médailles de Trafalgar et d'autres batailles. "Si ça ne vous dérange pas que je suggère, ami, vous feriez mieux de garder ces médailles loin quand nous sommes dans la bataille. Vous pourriez les perdre, et l'ennemi n'hésitera pas à vous tirer dessus juste parce que vous les avez épinglés sur votre poitrine » a dit Garrett en plaisantant.
Name: Garrett Ulman
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: British
Occupation: Fighter Pilot
Appearance (normal): Garrett is a lightly-built man, that way he may easier fight into the tight cockpits of planes. However, he is not weak, as he has noticeable muscles as well. He is of white-skin color. He has brown-ish hair and hazel eyes. He has no facial hair to speak of, as he keeps it clean-shaven (so that it doesn't get itchy in his helmet). He usually wears a casual pilot uniform consisting of a white undershirt, brown pants, and a brown leather vest. He is also known to wear brown gloves most of the time.


A special suit designed for pilots who often find themselves at heights where the air is thin. The suit allows them to maintain their oxygen levels even at great heights, longer than those who do not wear it.

Personality: Garrett is anything but a serious man. He is optimistic, and tends to make a joke out of even the most dangerous situations. However, he is not careless, as he is fully aware of the consequences of failure. His personality is more of a defensive mechanism of his to help him manage stress and fear. It is not uncommon to hear him spout out light-hearted banter in the middle of a fight, much to the dismay of some of his fellow soldiers. When in person, he is very sociable and always takes the time to know his allies beyond a professional level, most of the time trying to become friends instead of just co-workers. In the pilot seat however, his personality seems to take a shift. He blocks out everything except for the controls and view in front of him. He treats dogfights like a playful game, and seems to have no qualms with shooting enemies out of the sky. "It's either them or me, and I don't plan on dying just yet" Is his philosophy, and he is not disturbed by seeing any form of death. However, his casual views on the topic of death (even towards allies), often makes him look like a psycho who doesn't care whether people live or die, but this is not the case. He is simply aware that in a fight, one side must eventually go down, and a man can only do their best to make sure it's not their side.
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Biography: Born in Great Britain as the son of an Airship Captain (Ripley Ulman), Garrett is not a stranger to the skies, as his father often brought him along for safe trips. From a young age, he was allured by the prospect of being a captain of the clouds, much like his father. He studied basic engineering during his school days to become familiar with the different aircraft used by the British, with the intent of one day commanding his own airship. However, in the year 1793, his father's airship, the HMS Retriever, was shot down by French forces during a scouting mission. Very few survivors were found, and they all told of how Ripley managed to save them at the cost of his own life. Shaken by the tragedy, Garrett began believing that perhaps the responsibility of running an Airship was not for him; he could look out for himself but he wasn't sure if he could ensure the protection of others. Hence, upon enlisting into the Royal Navy, he signed on for the new plane pilot position. That way, he would only be concerned with his own safety, while still being an asset to a crew.
The adrenaline rush of piloting the newly created aircraft appealed to Garrett, and he was one of the first few Royal Navy soldiers to be assigned to the plane squadron divisions. Their original purpose is to act as support for the, more widely used, airships.
It was during his time in service that he meet Hal Carson, a fellow pilot. The two would turn out to be best friends, with Hal acting as his co-pilot and rear gunner. Garrett and Hal served in two different squadrons stationed aboard different carrier ships (The HMS Thunder and HMS Orca), fighting in the skies above both the Atlantic ocean and the European countryside. They are experienced dogfighters with the nickname of "Psycho Duo" among their fellow troops, for their lack of remorse and joking attitude in gunning down the enemy. When the Napoleonic Wars broke out in 1803, Garrett and Hal were assigned aboard the HMS Pegasus (along with being given a brand new plane) as part of its special fighter escort for its secret mission.
Weapon of choice: On the ground, he is usually equipped with a pair of twin flintlock pistols and a large knife. However, he prefers tackling enemies using his experimental fighter plane: "The Bronze Albatross" (nicknamed due to it's custom bronze and copper alloy plating and design)
Orientation/Relationship Status: Single (Garrett and Hal are NOT gay for each other, I swear!)
Audition: After their service underneath the Royal Navy, and their participation in aerial battles against the French Navy as members of squadrons of the HMS Thunder and HMS Orca, Garrett Ulman and Hal Carson were strong candidates for the position of members of the HMS Pegasus' fighter escort. While they are not exactly the ideal image of pilots , their skills in eliminating planes and airships will be important in defending the Pegasus as it sails through hostile skies. Their ability to improvise and remain calm in dire situations also make them ideal for testing out the experimental fighter planes aboard her, and seeing their full use in actual combat. It is the firm belief of the Royal Navy airplane division that the performance of the two (along with their fellow pilots) will prove once and for all the tactical advantages of light aircraft.
"This is the first time we won't be operating as part of a squadron..." Hal said, scratching the back of his black hair. "You're not getting nervous on me, are you? I swear I'll drop you out of the plane if you piss yourself in the gunner seat." Garrett replied jokingly. The two of them took a look at the HMS Pegasus, the magnificent American vessel. To the side of the shipyard, their plane (The Bronze Albatross) was being loaded into the underside hangar of the airship. "She's a beautiful example of an Iron-Side, isn't she? Can't wait to cover her pretty hull from enemy fighters with our Bronze Bird" Garrett complimented. Hal looked at Garrett with a pitying smile. "Remind me again why two trigger-happy pilots like ourselves are being assigned to a ship, whose mission is said to be of grave importance?" Hal asked.
Garrett shrugged. "All they said was that our piloting skills would be an asset to the mission, never mentioned anything else. Much less what the Pegasus is supposed to be up to. All we can do is hop aboard, and do what we do best." He said with some enthusiasm, as he pat Hal on the back. Hal simply shook his head; "Just try to not get us killed in the process...." He said with a small grin.
The Bronze Albatross' arsenal:
-Twin rapid-fire machineguns on both wings (For use against other planes)
-Capacity to carry up to four bombs (For swift bombing runs)
-Two rocket-propelled bombs mounted at the end of each wing (Missiles. For bringing down airships)
-Rear-mounted high-powered rifle (For sniping enemy pilots and critical parts of planes)
Let me know if there's anything wrong with my application. Such as the weapons, their plane, etc. Anything at all, and I will correct it as soon as I can =)