Post by Martin Fizzlewheel on Oct 9, 2013 21:43:07 GMT -6
Name: Martin Mimus Fizzlewheel
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Lotus Specialty: Seventh Petal: Invention.
Teaching Course(s): Inventing 307, Weaponry and Fighting 301, Light Firearms, Heavy Firearms.
Description: Martin Fizzlewheel is a strange-looking individual. At 6' 2", he looks down on most of the people he encounters. His pale blue eyes scan everything with the same expression -- One hovering between intense interest and partial derangement. His incredibly beaky nose and mustache twitches every now and again as if trying to pick up latent ideas from his environment. A massive brown leather apron covers his body, covered in scratches, burn marks, and scribbled notes. His hands are usually covered with thick leather gloves, the fingertips black with accumulated oils and powders. Martin's footwear consists of a simple pair of brown boots, their soles and tips worn out from use. On occasion, one might see him wearing two gloves from different pairs, or the same problem with shoes. He is usually seen with a slight grin on his face, sometimes broken by his tendency to talk to himself.
Personality: Brilliant, but erratic. This man has been known to stop heating or mixing sensitive solutions to go eat, take a walk, or simply because he got bored of it. Martin is something of an enigma to those who meet him. While none doubt his intelligence or ability, there might be some confusion as to his actual aptitude -- Boredom, loss of interest, or sudden captivation by another project have cancelled many a device that could have otherwise been an asset to humanity. Indeed, his work spaces are full of half-completed weapons, tools, and other gadgets that may or may not be finished at any time before the end of his time. If questioned about his past, Martin will simply shrug it off, and politely tell you that where he currently in his research is vastly more important than anywhere he's been.
History: May have been dropped on his head repeatedly as a child. May not have. His family is now gone, his parents both having passed, along with his sister. He has no heir, a fact that apparently doesn't bother him.
Other: "You can't spell 'explosive failure' without 'YAY!'"
Relationships: Though his family is gone, Martin is always up for making new friends and colleagues.
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Lotus Specialty: Seventh Petal: Invention.
Teaching Course(s): Inventing 307, Weaponry and Fighting 301, Light Firearms, Heavy Firearms.
Description: Martin Fizzlewheel is a strange-looking individual. At 6' 2", he looks down on most of the people he encounters. His pale blue eyes scan everything with the same expression -- One hovering between intense interest and partial derangement. His incredibly beaky nose and mustache twitches every now and again as if trying to pick up latent ideas from his environment. A massive brown leather apron covers his body, covered in scratches, burn marks, and scribbled notes. His hands are usually covered with thick leather gloves, the fingertips black with accumulated oils and powders. Martin's footwear consists of a simple pair of brown boots, their soles and tips worn out from use. On occasion, one might see him wearing two gloves from different pairs, or the same problem with shoes. He is usually seen with a slight grin on his face, sometimes broken by his tendency to talk to himself.
Personality: Brilliant, but erratic. This man has been known to stop heating or mixing sensitive solutions to go eat, take a walk, or simply because he got bored of it. Martin is something of an enigma to those who meet him. While none doubt his intelligence or ability, there might be some confusion as to his actual aptitude -- Boredom, loss of interest, or sudden captivation by another project have cancelled many a device that could have otherwise been an asset to humanity. Indeed, his work spaces are full of half-completed weapons, tools, and other gadgets that may or may not be finished at any time before the end of his time. If questioned about his past, Martin will simply shrug it off, and politely tell you that where he currently in his research is vastly more important than anywhere he's been.
History: May have been dropped on his head repeatedly as a child. May not have. His family is now gone, his parents both having passed, along with his sister. He has no heir, a fact that apparently doesn't bother him.
Other: "You can't spell 'explosive failure' without 'YAY!'"
Relationships: Though his family is gone, Martin is always up for making new friends and colleagues.