Victor Lewis
Victor a interrompu sa posture et son expression assez exagérée compte tenu de la demande mineure. Après plusieurs secondes et que personne n'avait répondu à sa demande de papier et de stylos, il soupira et plaça doucement son béret sur sa tête, couvrant doucement les cheveux noirs. Il a sombré dans sa chaise, et le Dr Kougami a décidé que c'était l'occasion parfaite de montrer son knkowledge de l'ASL.
Il est évident qu'il y a eu une augmentation générale du personnel de sécurité dans la forteresse et ses environs, que les patrouilles ont augmenté, que certaines zones ont été fermées au personnel non essentiel, que les images des caméras sont vérifiées de façon plus rigoureuse et que d'autres choses diverses, d'autres questions? 
Victor n'a pas réagi, mais en interne il a grandi légèrement agité. Pourquoi M. Smartypants a-t-il dû montrer à quel point il était plus intelligent? Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est puéril de se mettre en colère pour quelque chose d'aussi insignifiant. Au lieu de cela, Victor a prêté attention à la voix rarement entendue du plus jeune membre de l'équipe.
"Nous ne savons pas encore tout de ces kaiju. Comment savons-nous que ces mesures de sécurité n'échoueront pas lamentablement? Il doit y avoir quelque chose de plus sûr que nous pouvons faire, n'est-ce pas?"
Victor l'aimait comme Michel. Elle était la plus jeune de l'équipe, et honnêtement devrait être aussi loin que possible des combats. Un champ de bataille est à peine adapté pour une dame, et encore moins une petite fille. Mais si elle était capable de piloter le robot mieux que quiconque, Victor ne pouvait vraiment pas se plaindre. Victor était sur le point d'ouvrir la bouche quand la bombeuse Mme Shourichi l'a battu. Ils seraient capables de s'en occuper, ils devaient l'être. Pourquoi serait-il ici s'il n'était pas capable de gérer des monstres de meurtres géants, après tout? Victor s'inclina légèrement pendant que Corinne parlait, essayant de transmettre ses propres sentiments sans interrompre Corinne. Il ne voulait pas la couper ou quoi que ce soit. Vu sa personnalité, Victor ne savait pas à quoi s'attendre s'il avait réussi à l'énerver. Il a continué à regarder Mme P, jetant parfois un sourire gagnant ou un clin d'œil, qui étaient évidemment ignorés. Pour être honnête, Victor n'était pas un type assoiffé qui convoitait toutes les filles qu'il voyait... Il a agi comme ça. Cela fait que les gens se sentent mieux à leur sujet de savoir qu'ils sont attrayants, et Victor savait aussi l'importance d'un bon rire. Il aimait penser, malgré les nombreuses allégations de harcèlement sexuel rapproché, qu'il faisait que les gens se sentent moins à l'aise à propos de l'ensemble des « monstres merveilleux ». En plus, fixer des filles mignonnes était toujours amusant, alors pourquoi s'arrêter maintenant.
En se tournant légèrement, il s'est retrouvé à regarder le rack de Mme Stoll. Maintenant, elle était quelque chose - cheveux noirs, beau bod, et elle aimait les pulls - le plus confortable des vêtements. Sans oublier que les lunettes étaient en quelque sorte allumées. Une légère éraflure a été entendue, et Victor a rapidement tourné son attention sur le bloc-notes et le stylo...
Pour être honnête, il le méritait. Il agissait comme un lécher, et s'est fait prendre... il se fait toujours prendre, et d'habitude il est puni pour ça, mais il le méritait encore! Il s'est ébranlé devant sa remarque, avant de se résigner.
-- Oui, madame! Ça n'arrivera plus."
Victor a fait un faux salut, et s'est un peu moqué, espérant qu'elle ne pensait pas qu'il était un crétin ou quoi que ce soit. Ce genre de choses est arrivé à chaque réunion, parce que c'était toujours si ennuyeux. C'était un enfant de 22 ans, il ne se souciait pas moins du financement de l'organisation ou des plans de la mission. Ils ont toujours été débriefés avant une mission, donc il n'a vraiment pas vu un point dans la contribution au plan - il n'était pas un génie ou quoi que ce soit. Cela l'a probablement rendu beaucoup moins mature que les autres, mais il ne s'en souciait pas vraiment. Au lieu de cela, il s'est concentré sur l'escalade lente de la tension entre Corinne et Hazel - les deux avaient fait un contact visuel, et alors que ni l'un ni l'autre ne semblait être le genre à commencer des ennuis et à se battre... Eh bien, Victor avait déjà vu des femmes se battre avant. Il était prêt à calmer les choses avec une blague ou deux pires scénarios.
Mme P était honnêtement la seule personne que Victor ait jamais écoutée pendant les réunions, et sa dernière question semblait quelque peu étrange - n'allaient-ils pas se retourner sur les défenses de la forteresse à l'avance? On dirait que c'était le genre de chose qui était gardé, comme, constamment. Victor n'a pas fait beaucoup d'histoires. Au lieu de cela, il est resté calme, et a parfois regardé Corinne et Hazel pour s'assurer que les choses étaient en sécurité. Encore une fois... qui serait assez stupide pour se battre dans la salle du conseil d'administration de votre patron? Victor soupira et s'appuya sur sa chaise, tout en la maintenant à terre. C'était probablement un idiot encore plus gros pour avoir pensé qu'ils commenceraient une bagarre en premier lieu...
Name: Victor Lewis
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Job: MAX FIRE Pilot
Personality: Victor is extremely egotistical and narcissistic, constantly exaggerating his feats and accomplishments and bragging, especially when women are involved. Hell, he seems to be after women constantly - although, this rarely works out in his favor, usually resulting in him getting charged with sexual harassment or getting beat up. His therapist thought that his perversion was somehow related to his mother's death, but Victor was disgusted by this suggestion. He does his best to keep situations light and jovial, even in dire situations that could mean life or death. Victor constantly seeks the approval of others, and that was the main reason he decided to become the pilot of the GAHS-CM-4. His cocky attitude isn't entirely for show - he is very skilled at piloting his mech, even when considering the fact that he has had very little time to get used to the controls. Victor has a carefree attitude, and adventurous spirit, and despite what he says, a caring heart. He would rather take a hit than let someone else take one, and will do his best to protect the people that acknowledge him.
Victors cockiness is actually an act, which he uses in order to hide his insecurities. He is terrified of being a pilot, and only became one so people would respect him. Victor has an intense fear of failure, and will go to nearly any length besides harming others in order to win. Additionally, he suffers Monophobia, which he developed through years of isolation and abuse. When alone, he will be extremely meek, and lack the usual hotheadedness of his 'Social Personality'. Finally, he vehemently disapproves of drugs, and will refuse to even drink or smoke.
Skills: Victor is extremely proficient at handling traumatic situations, almost to a disturbing degree. Along with this, he is above average physically, and can withstand physical stresses better than most.
Short Bio: Born to a poor Cuban family in Chicago, Victor lived a very depressing childhood. His mother, a woman who was struggling with a meth addiction, died when he was only 6 years old, and ever since then, his father rapidly grew more and more abusive. Being hit for no reason whatsoever and going days without food was a common occurrence during his developing years, but Victor never spoke out against the abuse. He, like many other victims of abuse, was simply too afraid of voicing his suffering, and decided to suffer the abuse instead. Despite the malnutrition, Victor rapidly grew to be quite physically fit, and at the age of 15, the physical abuse stopped. Instead, emotional and mental abuse took it's place. Victor was forced to stay in his small room for days at a time, and without any form of entertainment during this period of isolation, Victor quickly developed his fear of being alone. To help him through the times of loneliness, Victor decided to exercise and train his body, only increasing the fitness of his body. By the time he was 17, he was extremely popular at his high school and local gym, had decent grades, and even had a somewhat stable job. All of that only added onto the shock the people in his communities felt when, on a warm June night, him and his father were caught in a gruesome car accident, leaving Victor orphaned.
The accident itself was thought to be caused from Victor's father, the driver, being heavily intoxicated, and Victor luckily escaped with light wounds. In actuality, Victor's father, driving his son home after he had gotten in a brawl at the school, told him that the second they got home, Victor would be spending the next three days in his room. Victor, wallowing in a chemical cocktail or testosterone and adrenaline, began to assault his father, slapping and punching from the rear seat. This distracted his father enough to cause the pair to slam directly into a lamppost. The father, having chosen to not wear a seat belt, died after being thrown through the windshield, and hitting the metal pole face first. Victor survived with only light bruising and a sprained knee. Until he graduated school a year later, Victor had to see a psychologist on a bi-weekly basis, and suffered extreme emotional stress having taken a human life. Eventually he graduated and, no longer being cared for by the state, found a cheap apartment and continued to work at his dead-end job. Victor's personality appeared to have returned, but Victor still struggled with the scars left by his father's abuse and death. The next 4 years were a blur, composed of hooking up with random women and dreading the nights he was forced to work the graveyard shift alone. Finally, on a night of introspection in front of a cash register, Victor realized that his life would remain like this if he didn't do something about it - that was when he decided to leave the state, in search of greener pastures.
The next 3 months were spent driving around the US, surviving off of odd jobs that he found along the way. Finally, Victor stumbled upon it - a government agency known as MAX FIRE. It was here that, upon seeing the various benefits, Victor applied for a position as a janitor. While the ridicule of being a janitor at 22 was somewhat disheartening, the truly horrible occurred only a month into his employment there - the first attack. A creature of gargantuan size attacked a city, killing many innocent people. It was eventually taken out after being chased several blocks, but the damage was irreversible. Fear consumed Victor, but even more so, anger. The strong were trying to bully the weak, and that was an act that was truly despicable. This was when Victor decided to make a difference and help people for once. Sneaking into the pilot candidate pool, Victor was successfully able to prove his skill at piloting, and when it was discovered he snuck in, he was offered two choices: Become the pilot of the fourth component, or face life imprisonment for sneaking into government facilities. Victor chose the former, becoming the pilot of 'Sharur'.


Model: GAHS-CM-4 Lower Module "Sharur"
Specialty: Surprise Assault / Underground Support
Features:

 Strong hull, capable of withstanding both damage and pressure.
 Exhaust vents, double as smoke screen in enclosed spaces.

Armaments:

 Dozens of missiles designed to drill through the earth and pierce enemy hulls.
 Large, destructive drill.

Weaknesses:

 Joints are obviously weak, can be easily cut.
 Slow walking speed, Drilling speed isn't much better.