Post by altoh on Oct 17, 2009 12:34:28 GMT -5
Name: Marc Simmons
Age: 22
Height: 5 feet 2 inches.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Hair Color: Blond. Currently dyed to black.
Eye Color: Brown.
Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class.
Dress: On-duty, he simply keeps his pilot suit equipped while on-board a ship. Standard uniform otherwise, including off-duty and leave.
Wears a bitchin' pair of sunglasses.
~
Notable Quotes:
"Don't mind me. I'm just a passing through genius.""
"Clearly, I've gotten more kills than you because of my ROBOT SPIRITS™.""
"Faults? Yeah, I do have flaws in my personality. It's willingness to work with AMATEURS LIKE YOU!"
"Want to know the secret to my success? It's because I'm me."
~
A narcissist. Seven out of ten people who have met him would only call him a "****ing know-it-all". Most of them are the mechanics aboard any particular ships where he ever resided, and it's no surprise that he has been sent to the brig over incessantly picking fights with the maintenance crew. Or with his team-mates.
Simmons genuinely believes that he stands at the top of knowledge regarding Federation mobile suits, in all of its aspects. Tactics, construction, maintenance. His firm belief is that he will shape the future of mobile suit combat strategies, though others wield a reasonable doubt against this. Simmons' demeanor and attitude inevitably causes clashes with both authority figures and contemporaries.
He is infatuated with the Gundam. Or will be, as soon as he sees it.
~Months Later~
Marc Simmons, combat tactical genius of the Heavens has genuinely passed the line and transformed into Marc Simmons, combat tactical genius of HIS MIND.
As the war against the Zeon progressed, his machinations and idle thoughts have grown into an entangled mess of nigh-insanity, further alienating himself from his teammates. And reality. The growing disadvantage of the Federation against the might of the Zeonic space force convinced Simmons that this was an opportunity for one man to turn the war around; Shame it has not (yet) convinced his superiors that he requires the RX-78-1 to perform the act.
Simmons' obsession with the Gundam intensified after he left the 1st Independent Disco Fleet, as he filled his lone small shuttle with countless pages of notes and dissertations as to the potential symbolic power of the "Samurai" mask that the Gundam wields, along with the tactical benefits of wiring beam sabers to the Gundam's individual fingers and feet. Or the idea of strapping Launches to a Gundam's shoulders to increase its maneuverability and fuel capacity. Or, a gigantic motorcycle for a mobile suit to ride on, declared to be the perfect anti-capital ship weapon. Many of history's madmen have gathered a small legion of followers, no matter how ostracized from society they are.
At the moment, Simmons' fanclub only exists in his imagination.
~
Initially, Simmons signed up for the military in order to serve aboard a Salamis; He grew a fascination for space travel and space warfare as a child that wouldn't be satiated until his ass was located in a captain's seat. Or so he thought. The development of mobile suits captured his heart after incident of their proving grounds, Lourm. Ever since then, Simmons decided to focus on nothing but the GM, which he considers the future workhorse of the Federation. Marc claims that his efforts are solely for the soldiers of tomorrow.
Now, he claims that his efforts are for the existence of the Federation. And he isn't far from the truth. The issue is that many would argue that Simmons' efforts are largely wasted on developing inane nothings. And none of the many have cared to argue against him.
Age: 22
Height: 5 feet 2 inches.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Hair Color: Blond. Currently dyed to black.
Eye Color: Brown.
Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class.
Dress: On-duty, he simply keeps his pilot suit equipped while on-board a ship. Standard uniform otherwise, including off-duty and leave.
Wears a bitchin' pair of sunglasses.
~
Notable Quotes:
"Don't mind me. I'm just a passing through genius.""
"Clearly, I've gotten more kills than you because of my ROBOT SPIRITS™.""
"Faults? Yeah, I do have flaws in my personality. It's willingness to work with AMATEURS LIKE YOU!"
"Want to know the secret to my success? It's because I'm me."
~
A narcissist. Seven out of ten people who have met him would only call him a "****ing know-it-all". Most of them are the mechanics aboard any particular ships where he ever resided, and it's no surprise that he has been sent to the brig over incessantly picking fights with the maintenance crew. Or with his team-mates.
Simmons genuinely believes that he stands at the top of knowledge regarding Federation mobile suits, in all of its aspects. Tactics, construction, maintenance. His firm belief is that he will shape the future of mobile suit combat strategies, though others wield a reasonable doubt against this. Simmons' demeanor and attitude inevitably causes clashes with both authority figures and contemporaries.
He is infatuated with the Gundam. Or will be, as soon as he sees it.
~Months Later~
Marc Simmons, combat tactical genius of the Heavens has genuinely passed the line and transformed into Marc Simmons, combat tactical genius of HIS MIND.
As the war against the Zeon progressed, his machinations and idle thoughts have grown into an entangled mess of nigh-insanity, further alienating himself from his teammates. And reality. The growing disadvantage of the Federation against the might of the Zeonic space force convinced Simmons that this was an opportunity for one man to turn the war around; Shame it has not (yet) convinced his superiors that he requires the RX-78-1 to perform the act.
Simmons' obsession with the Gundam intensified after he left the 1st Independent Disco Fleet, as he filled his lone small shuttle with countless pages of notes and dissertations as to the potential symbolic power of the "Samurai" mask that the Gundam wields, along with the tactical benefits of wiring beam sabers to the Gundam's individual fingers and feet. Or the idea of strapping Launches to a Gundam's shoulders to increase its maneuverability and fuel capacity. Or, a gigantic motorcycle for a mobile suit to ride on, declared to be the perfect anti-capital ship weapon. Many of history's madmen have gathered a small legion of followers, no matter how ostracized from society they are.
At the moment, Simmons' fanclub only exists in his imagination.
~
Initially, Simmons signed up for the military in order to serve aboard a Salamis; He grew a fascination for space travel and space warfare as a child that wouldn't be satiated until his ass was located in a captain's seat. Or so he thought. The development of mobile suits captured his heart after incident of their proving grounds, Lourm. Ever since then, Simmons decided to focus on nothing but the GM, which he considers the future workhorse of the Federation. Marc claims that his efforts are solely for the soldiers of tomorrow.
Now, he claims that his efforts are for the existence of the Federation. And he isn't far from the truth. The issue is that many would argue that Simmons' efforts are largely wasted on developing inane nothings. And none of the many have cared to argue against him.