Il portait son uniforme. Le jeune homme a regardé le rouge et le noir et a décidé que, s'il devait porter quelque chose qui le rendait stupide, il serait bête. Pas que... il... n'était pas d'habitude. Mais ce n'était pas le problème! Neil Edwards s'est installé près de l'entrée d'amarrage du navire, mordre dans une pomme et la mâcher de façon nonchalante. Deux femmes transportant des cargaisons l'ont passé. Il leur donna un clin d'œil, et ils se moquèrent de lui.
Alors...
En toute honnêteté, c'était la réaction exacte qu'il attendait. Il a juste senti que c'était drôle de jouer le rôle de certains en bas sur sa chance casanova. Cette fois, un camionneur l'a passé, et il est allé voir le type. "Hey le gars" a-t-il dit, son ton est imbattable et comique. "Tu sais quand ce vaisseau quitte la base?" Le gars le regardait comme s'il était fou, bien qu'il ait entendu parler de l'enseigne Edwards et qu'il savait que ce fait était déjà établi. "Deux heures." Neil a répondu avant que l'homme ait fini 'heures' "Deux heures? Qu'est-ce que je dois faire pendant deux heures?"
"Pourquoi me demandes-tu?"
Neil pulvérise un moment, faisant des gestes étranges avec ses mains avant de jeter de l'air dans sa bouche comme pour dire 'Je ne sais pas'.
Name: Neil Edwards
Age: 23
Rank/Position: Ensign Engineer, and former First Sergeant in the Federation Marine Corps.
Race: Human
Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn’t exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn’t big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin (or soft smile), he is normal in most respects. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black in most lighting. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Personality: Neil is quick witted and downright silly at times. He enjoys excitement and loves a challenge. He has a warped sense of right and wrong, but that doesn't mean he's without morals. He has a tender heart truth be told, an intuitive mind, and a deepness to him, once you get past the jokes and sarcasm. People often underestimate him, but he has an iron will, a fair intellect, and he's downright tough to what some might describe as a sociopathic degree. He laughs in the face of danger, and at least on the outside, his main motivation is to have fun, and kick ass. He quite enjoys explosives.
History: Born to two loving parents, with two older sisters that constantly messed with him, Neil had a fairly average life growing up. It was pretty boring, he soon realized. His mind went all over the place, giving him a knack for fixing and building things because he needed something to do, and a quick wit in conversation. The southern heat he experienced growing up in the northern part of Florida never really bothered him.
After causing quite a few problems at his school growing up, his parents sent him off to the military academy, where he was to be enlisted in the Federation Marine Corp. He gave his Staff Sergeant one hell of a headache. Daily. The punishments meted out to him didn't seem to phase him too much either. In fact he'd often laugh when others would start crying or complaining. However, they gained a (somewhat) healthy respect for one another, and Neil rose to be a Sergeant himself, though he never saw actual combat (unless you could in fighting between recruits, and gun mishaps. Woops).
Deciding that this was now boring again, and he was old enough to be independent on what career path he chose, he decided to demote himself to Ensign as an Engineer in Star Fleet, passing the required tests and making it into the USS Orion. Pretty women, adventure, things to fix, guns to shoot, why not? He made a good accounting of himself when things would go wrong, but had a real disinterest in the dress code or the protocol. Eventually he decided to play by the rules once it became clear that continual disobedience would have him kicked off. He'd wait until such time when it died down to make a ruckus again. Good thing he was a fine addition in most every way save conduct.
Skills: Fine Engineer, Good with Explosive, charming, a fair shot and combatant.
Other: Ladies~ He's very agile and balanced, earning the title 'monkey boy' from various women.
Sample Post:
The blow torch gave off sparks that illuminated his goggles, revealing the signature, roguish grin he had stamped on his face as he realized that he was just about to fix the Warp Engines. The calibrations had already been set by his superior, but they needed a grease monkey's expertise on the matter, apparently. A few of his red shirt colleagues had expressed the opinion that he had no idea what he was doing, but they'd just see about tha- wait...shit.
"No no no no no," he chuckled in desperation as sparks began to fly, grabbing a wrench and yanking out a plug with it. He could feel heat blasting on his face, knowing if he didn't think quickly he'd be more irradiated than was safe for...anyone. "Come on baby, rev up for me, pleeease." he said, inserting back in one of the older 6/7.8 models. Suddenly the lights on the rotor before him lit up like the 4th of July, and his grin grew wider as he marveled at the genius he was. "It's alive... It's alive!" he said to himself like some mad scientist full of glee.
His next words were yelled to his crew mates in the next room. "Hey guys! I think I did something significant!" he called. ..."You did something significant..." ... "I just backed talked myself."