Felix Carter

We Were Human - action, adventure, drama

@DeadDrop Interested

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Felix had plans, he knew what he wanted to do because the Pilot he wanted dead isn't. He went to move a few steps before being stopped, the feeling of the cat rubbing itself along his leg made him halt as he looks down. He raises his right eyebrow as he went to slowly kneel down as his KAC PDW sets down at his feet. His hands went to carefully pick up the cat, his left arm sort'a cradling it with his arm being like a way to step on. His right hand gently gripped the collar to check it's name as his right thumb gently rubs along it's neck. After finding it's name, he just chuckles to himself quietly. He stands up as he holds the cat in his left arm, his right hand slinging the PDW weapon and thus he began to limp his way in the direction of the base. New friend in his arms, he tried to make haste but he didn't rush with the injured leg.

False Motives [OPEN]

Max Mercer

Max Mercer

Max's Facial Photo

Max's Outfit of Choice

◄ 24 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'2"

P R O F I L E
Max Mercer is a youthful man, a former patrol cop who recently was promoted to be in the Detective force of the 43rd. He stands at six feet and two inches tall, brown hair at the shortest length on the sides and the back with the top slicked back. He has amber mixed hazel eyes. His expression usually holds a neutral look, never showing much emotions on the outside. He gives a patient and analyzing personality, always understanding. He could even somehow properly tell the above-average social person could be lying or telling the truth Anything that gets to him? Of course, that something being illogical in his head. The lack of experience usually being the downfall of him unable to think sometimes like the suspect, and usually the disadvantage of always asking the question 'why' and thinking out of the box a lot.

D A Y S - G O N E
Having only his mother being around him whilst in the Antrean Society, his father was documented of being within the Antrean military soon after his mother was pregnant with him. Being an only child within his small family, he usually was helping around the house, being outside, or focusing on school and studying. Growing up was usually harsh as he had little to no interaction with others, and those that he did could never understand of how Max truly had little to no friends as he wore the traits of a true friend. In reality, Max always stayed quiet and observed those around him. His eyes were always scanning people's reactions and attitudes to others. His ears listening to every single detail as those around him were relaxed with him listening. Later on down the road, he always focused on himself physically and mentally preparing himself for rash people. He always wanted to be a Law Enforcement officer, and he even began to study properly for the entrance exams for the 43th Precinct.

Max proceeded within the entrance exam, and having graduated the class he managed to get at least one of the top five within. Why was he so determined to get in? Because he felt he could change the streets, on how things were just bothered him so much to the point he got tired of sitting around. He wanted to do something, and having the authority to do it was what edged him on. His issue was usually of how he was initially alone, and having to work with a partner was something very new. He had to learn to adjust to whoever was assigned as his partner fast. He's no one special, he's no fancy Cowboy gunslinger. He kept as a basic law-officer for the next two years, and just last week he was assigned a promotion. And right now, he's stepping through the double doors of the 43th Precinct, a Detective badge on his belt and his well-dressed outfit. His first day on the job was a start of one hell of a night.

M E M O R I E S
N/A - 1/20/20

T H O U G H T S
N/A - 1/20/20

False Motives [OPEN]

Max Mercer

Max Mercer

Max's Facial Photo

Max's Outfit of Choice

◄ 24 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'2"

P R O F I L E
Max Mercer is a youthful man, a former patrol cop who recently was promoted to be in the Detective force of the 44th. He stands at six feet and two inches tall, brown hair at the shortest length on the sides and the back with the top slicked back. He has amber mixed hazel eyes. His expression usually holds a neutral look, never showing much emotions on the outside. He gives a patient and analyzing personality, always understanding. He could even somehow properly tell the above-average social person could be lying or telling the truth Anything that gets to him? Of course, that something being illogical in his head. The lack of experience usually being the downfall of him unable to think sometimes like the suspect, and usually the disadvantage of always asking the question 'why' and thinking out of the box a lot.

D A Y S - G O N E
Having only his mother being around him whilst in the Antrean Society, his father was documented of being within the Antrean military soon after his mother was pregnant with him. Being an only child within his small family, he usually was helping around the house, being outside, or focusing on school and studying. Growing up was usually harsh as he had little to no interaction with others, and those that he did could never understand of how Max truly had little to no friends as he wore the traits of a true friend. In reality, Max always stayed quiet and observed those around him. His eyes were always scanning people's reactions and attitudes to others. His ears listening to every single detail as those around him were relaxed with him listening. Later on down the road, he always focused on himself physically and mentally preparing himself for rash people. He always wanted to be a Law Enforcement officer, and he even began to study properly for the entrance exams for the 44th Precinct.

Max proceeded within the entrance exam, and having graduated the class he managed to get at least one of the top five within. Why was he so determined to get in? Because he felt he could change the streets, on how things were just bothered him so much to the point he got tired of sitting around. He wanted to do something, and having the authority to do it was what edged him on. His issue was usually of how he was initially alone, and having to work with a partner was something very new. He had to learn to adjust to whoever was assigned as his partner fast. He's no one special, he's no fancy Cowboy gunslinger. He kept as a basic law-officer for the next two years, and just last week he was assigned a promotion. And right now, he's stepping through the double doors of the 44th Precinct, a Detective badge on his belt and his well-dressed outfit. His first day on the job was a start of one hell of a night.

M E M O R I E S
N/A - 1/20/20

T H O U G H T S
N/A - 1/20/20

False Motives [OPEN]

I fixed it. @DeadDrop

False Motives [OPEN]

Max Mercer

Max Mercer

Max's Facial Photo

Max's Outfit of Choice

◄ 24 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'2"

P R O F I L E
Max Mercer is a youthful man, a former patrol cop who recently was promoted to be in the Detective force of the 44th. He stands at six feet and two inches tall, brown hair at the shortest length on the sides and the back with the top slicked back. He has amber mixed hazel eyes. His expression usually holds a neutral look, never showing much emotions on the outside. He gives a patient and analyzing personality, always understanding. He could even somehow properly tell the above-average social person could be lying or telling the truth Anything that gets to him? Of course, that something being illogical in his head. The lack of experience usually being the downfall of him unable to think sometimes like the suspect, and usually the disadvantage of always asking the question 'why' and thinking out of the box a lot.

D A Y S - G O N E
Having only his mother being around him whilst in the Antrean Society, his father was documented of being within the Antrean military soon after his mother was pregnant with him. Being an only child within his small family, he usually was helping around the house, being outside, or focusing on school and studying. Growing up was usually harsh as he had little to no interaction with others, and those that he did could never understand of how Max truly had little to no friends as he wore the traits of a true friend. In reality, Max always stayed quiet and observed those around him. His eyes were always scanning people's reactions and attitudes to others. His ears listening to every single detail as those around him were relaxed with him listening. Later on down the road, he always focused on himself physically and mentally preparing himself for rash people. He always wanted to be a Law Enforcement officer, and he even began to study properly for the entrance exams for the 44th Precinct.

Max proceeded within the entrance exam, and having graduated the class he managed to get at least one of the top five within. Why was he so determined to get in? Because he felt he could change the streets, on how things were just bothered him so much to the point he got tired of sitting around. He wanted to do something, and having the authority to do it was what edged him on. His issue was usually of how he was initially alone, and having to work with a partner was something very new. He had to learn to adjust to whoever was assigned as his partner fast. He's no one special, he's no fancy Cowboy gunslinger. He kept as a basic law-officer for the next two years, and just last week he was assigned a promotion. And right now, he's stepping through the double doors of the 44th Precinct, a Detective badge on his belt and his well-dressed outfit. His first day on the job was a start of one hell of a night.

M E M O R I E S
N/A - 1/20/20

T H O U G H T S
N/A - 1/20/20

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

This wasn't part of how things would play out in his head. He thought of landing, unhooking his chute, and getting in to the car of the Security team. He manages to do two of the three things of what he had to do, and all he had to do was get to the fucking car. Having been walking to the Security Jeep, his guard being down. He hadn't expected it to become a full on firefight, and why him of all people to be targeted by a slight-recognized of a camo-tarp. He watches the Jeep flip on it's side, the gas tank erupting in flames as the two guards were indeed corpsed. He proceeded as so, having unfolded the stock of his KAC PDW from his SERE kit within his pilot seat, his cover being behind the burning wreckage. He waited, listening to the moment of the small arms ceasing for that one second, and once doing so he began to sprint towards his home direction.

Felix's attempted SERE; 4

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Fleeing towards more friendly-occupied territory, a shot manages to clip him on the fleshy end of his left thigh as his leg basically buckles under him and clearly makes him fall in to a semi-steep ditch of dirt. The small arms fire to him felt never ending. He proceeded to get his medical kit and finding that the bullet had gone in through and through, thus giving him the suggestion he just needed to tie it off and keep blood from flowing, right?

Felix's attempted First Aid; 4

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17627

His head was swarming, his hearing becoming almost deafening as he was laying his back against the dirt. He grips his KAC PDW, and decides to peek this one time, sending a returning 5 round burst fire after just a minute of the firefight beginning. His burst was directed at the uncovered Vlhahks, but him firing at them sent a clear message. He wasn't dying or getting captured without a firefight of his own at the Vlhakian Special Forces. He semi-knew who they were, but it would take longer to know who it was he was fighting with.

Felix's Last Stand; 10

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17626

Felix's Mil-Science Knowledge of Vhlakian Spec-Ops; 9

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/17628

False Motives - A Detective Noir On Cocaine [OPEN]

Hmm...I checked my schedule, I can fit this in if allowed :)

Phalanx Rising (Open!)

Felix Carter

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Felix Carter
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Loyalty: Republic
Unit: The Republican Guard, 4th Cavalry Division, 3rd Battalion
Rank in the Military: Sergeant
Role in the Military: Scout
APPEARANCE
Felix stands at six feet and two inches (188 centimeters; 1.88 meters) tall, weighing around 187 pounds (84 kilograms). He has a pair of amber, yellowish toned eyes. He has light brown hair in a form of a short or military-style hair cut. He has a light formation of facial hair, kept short but still visible. His posture is straightened and overall body physique is mesomorphic; in-between bulky and skinny. Not many scars reside on his body. A tattoo sleeve resides on the entire right side of his torso; mostly early 2000s inspired tattoo.

Carter's Tattoo

PROFILE
Felix is a socializing person, speaking to anyone at the right time when the talking should come at play. He's usually the attitude to keep things at peace, but he focuses more at his job. He loves his work and those he meets within his Squadron, his battalion, and even his division. He's the person who makes sure no one feels left out, and that no one gets left behind. He likes to look at every chance for the upper hand in combat, he never backs out of a combative situation unless it meant him and his men would die unless it required their sacrifice.

On duty, his talkative persona changes in to a strict and more of a authoritative figure to show why he's given the Non-Commissioned Officer's rank. His dislikes are people who are purposely lazy and don't do their job properly, he dislikes those who're told the solutions of their problems and that they continue their mistakes without the solutions. He likes those who pull their weight around the squad and their job as a whole without being asked twice, he likes those who can be helpful without even being asked; to be specific, those who take initiative. He tries to put in as much effort as he can with his men under him, treating them as equals and making sure everyone does not get equally punished just from one bad apple.

What Felix does in his pass-time is usually exercising, repairing/performing maintenance on his equipment, hanging out with his squad mates while off duty as to keep up moral/positive attitude, or hanging out with his childhood friend, Riley Owens.

BIOGRAPHY
Felix grew up in a high economical and political classed family as both his parents were part of a Republic-Controlled planet for the time being. He grew up in the private schooling system, he was notorious to be ambitious and always on time to turning in school work. The generic scholar of upholding his family's reputation as he was putting in the work. Whilst growing up, he met a girl that was well liked at their school around 11 years old, and her name was Riley Owens. They've talked and practically kept in touch with each other throughout his childhood. At around the age of 17, he goes out with a fake identification card with Owens and pretty much gets a tattoo after finding the one he liked the most. It was a 2000s inspired tattoo, as Felix mostly adored history and wanted something that was popular.

After graduating from his private schooling, he enrolled in to the military with Owens as they pretty much had a pact of going in together. He enrolled with her to the Scouting program of the Republic army, and thus started his career. He was separated from Owens during training, though throughout the sequence of training he managed to pass through his classes with little struggle. His shooting was on point, having taken what he learned in his classes and putting it in to the rifle started first to be a struggle but after a few sessions on range, his shooting got better.

After graduating from his classes of the Scouting Program and from Basic Training, he was later deployed. He's a seasoned soldier and seeing combat for the first time, it's changed him slightly as a person. He keeps contact with Riley as they're separated temporarily, though throughout his service he's managed to get up to the rank of Sergeant by the age of 23. As the rebellion struct the Republic, he kept loyal to his former government as to support his parents. He had a name to uphold, and his family never backed down from the political fight. Thus, he decided he was sticking with the fight on the ground as a scout.

Phalanx Rising (Open!)

@Itaque Sorry, friend of mine suggest the name. I'll change it, sure