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James Ink Mayfield




"No one wants to do it on their own" Nickelback: gotta be somebody

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Full Name -James Ink Mayfield
Nicknames/Alias -James, Jim,
Age -34
Date of Birth -April, 22ND
Gender -Male
Sexual Orientation -Straight
Affiliation -Alliance
Occupation -Mechanic

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Build -Muscular
Height & Weight -6'3" 230 lbs
Hair -Brown style as seen in picture
Eyes -Hazel
Unique Features -Skull and cross wrenches tattoo on right inside wrist
Dressing Style -Casual unless the situation calls for more. Carpenter/cargo pants and overalls be
Other -

Likes -Wrenching, dog's, working, inventing, learning, singing
Dislikes -Two faced people, cheats, zealots, being under paid, crooks
Quirks/Habits -He likes to sing when he is working he will sing most anything
Fears -Not having enough to support himself
Secrets -
Strengths -Work ethic, mechanical genius, loyal
Weaknesses -intolerance for lazy people, stubborn, not well educated
Talents/Special Abilities -Mechanical he has the ability to fix most anything that can be fixed
Aspirations -To get by in life and never have to go home
Overall Personality - He is a decently laid back man unless you push him. Everyone has there limits and when he is pushed past his breaking point you will know you messed up. He is loyal to a fault he is the kind of guy you don't have to ask if he would have your back in a fight because he is right there with you. He wont let himself be pushed around but he isn't the first person to throw a punch. Its like pa always told him don't throw the first swing but make damn sure you throw the last.

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Father -Horus Mayfield
Mother -Isabel Mayfield
Siblings - Jason, Jeorge, Jasper and Jasmin Mayfield
Other Significant People - N/A
Pets - He had an old German Shepard named BO it was the best dog he ever had. Bo died protecting him from a cougar.
Your History - James AKA Jim was born on an outer rim planet, he was poor even for those on an outer rim planet. His father had a hard time holding down a job because he was a drunk and he refused to let his mother work. At a young age Jim was the one who went and got food for his family to eat. He didn't know there was a hunting season until he was fifteen and was caught poaching some big game for his family to eat during the winter months.

As a boy Jim made friends with one of the more influential families in the area and they noticed that he had a knack for fixing things. He was always running around getting tools and fixing antique clocks that hadn't worked for years and helping there mechanic fix there ships and other things of that nature. Jim was able to keep his fathers house in good repair only because he had a knack for fixing things. When he reached high school he only took mechanic classes and some techie classes. He wanted off his home world there was nothing for him there the only way he knew how to do that was to join the military and just be gone.

At seventeen he got his GED (or equivalent there of) and got his parents to sign a waver for him to join the Alliance military. The career path he chose was wrenching of course. The military had great use for such a talent he went through all of there courses and there wasn't a ship, gun, or vehicle he couldn't fix. Three years later the war started. Quickly the Alliance learned that they needed great mechanics that knew how to fix things quickly. They formed a new unit they where field mechanics. someone who could shoot a gun well and fix a vehicle even better. After the war was over Jim didn't really have any taste for the military left they had done some awful things and so he got out. He wound up on Bernadette and started working on the Docks doing mechanic work here and there. He helped smugglers upgrade there engines he created secret passage was and he even got to improve weapon systems on a few vessels. Mostly its just simple fixes he has to do to get by. But James loves when he gets custom jobs.

What should we call you? -Jim
Role playing Experience -A few months
Where did you find us? -Battle star Hyperion site
Prove Yourself - Yes they where
Post Script -
Other characters - None
How we should contact you - PM
Role play Example - Jim had a hard day on the docks That day so he decided to head to the bar and grab a quick drink before he went home for the evening to tinker with some engine parts he had.

While at the bar there was a brown coat, the man was very intoxicated. He was rambling about how all purple bellies where sacks of goatsa and cowards. Jim tried to ignore the man but the man was itching for a fight. He walked over to Jim and asked him if he felt the same.

" Don't you agree fine sire" He said, you could smell the whiskey on his breathe.

Jim tried to ignore the man and dismiss him. " Sure sir whatever you say. If you don't mind i had a long day and would just like to drink my beer in peace." he was a little agitated at this point but he didn't want any trouble he just wanted to finish his drink and go home.

The man continued to push the issue. Finally Jim stood up he had finished his beer. was sick and tired of his rambling. The man just wouldn't stop, he just kept picking at him.

" Look sir i am done with my beer and i am just going to go home." Jim started to walk away when the man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him around punching him in the face. The drunk man was strong but Jim had been hit much harder then that before. The man bloodied his lip.

" Did you get it out of your system?" James asked the man.

The man just took another swing James blocked the slow an cumbersome punch he returned fire with a blow straight to the mans nose. you could hear the bone break, the man crumpled like a tone of bricks. Then Jim turned and left the bar.

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