Name: Duke Macentire
Age: 18
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Regiment: Phire
Appearance: Duke is a slightly skinny guy but a bit muscular from working with heavy machine parts. Light brown hair that is never kept in any sort of style unless required by some forced social occasion, otherwise is always unruly and rarely without some sort of grease or oil in it. Whenever he has to option his clothing is almost the perfect picture of mechanic, almost like he doesnât want anyone without a clue as to what he does. A what used to be white sleeveless shirt but is now more of an off brown, slightly baggy pants layered in stains of grease, oil and the occasional blood spot from carelessness. Topped off with thick boots, a pair of working gloves, a tool belt that almost never leaves his side and goggles that are usually dangling from around his neck.
Bio: Duke was originally born on a colony, though he has no clue which one. He was raised in an orphanage until he was adopted by a older man, which Duke eventually came to just call âGrandpaâ. The pair of them spent their lives traveling from one colony to the next or to various shops to assist in repairs. It was from him that Duke learned the working of just about every type of machine he could. He was taught that the machines were the heart and the life of a colony, that they were the most important things in colony life. Unfortunately, that didnât leave much room of social skills, which Duke lacks, but makes up for by just avoiding situations when at all possible.
Duke is entering his second year and while probably the prized mechanic from his class, his desire to do basically nothing else left him towards the bottom of the class in grades.