((No worries Dream! I have to call it an early night myself due to appointments I have tomorrow... ugh! Can't wait to just stay up late and not worry about getting up in the morning! XD Weekend should be better for that though!
Also long post again, but I'm introducing a new OC of mine!))
Dusty Crophopper - Propwash JunctionDusty nodded once in response again, still smiling. "Thanks! I try to be! Wouldn't be worth much if I wasn't." Dusty commented here, being interrupted by what was going on with Foxtrot and that new helicopter. The firefighter sighed and rolled his eyes at Foxtrot's attempts to make conversation. From what Bravo and Echo told him, Foxtrot was an outrageous flirt, and now Dusty might just see that in action as he turned to the side to face the two.
Unknown to him now though, as he wasn't facing the head of the runway, a small, bizarre looking... dart of a plane was gliding in for a landing. He made absolutely no sound, as there was no engine currently running on him. He really did resemble a dart with wings, his body fat and squat, but strangely streamlined as well. His cockpit was all the way forward, and he sported an unusual looking shrub style camouflage paint all over his body. As he lined up with the runway, he depressed his flaps and lowered something from his underside... but instead of landing gear, a skid could be seen dropping down. It was quite the mishmash then, but his landing was perfect, and he touched down hard but smoothly, the skid making a thudding noise and then a grating sound as he skidded to a halt, decelerating rapidly from friction alone.
As he came to a halt, his body rocking forward like the bobble on a car antenna, he looked around with discerning eyes, but appeared powerless to actually move at the moment, having no wheels to go along with his skid. His eyes settled on the group of of mostly aircraft gathering at the Fill N' Fly. Ahhh a fuel station... most excellent! But he hadn't come here just for a refueling, though that was of course necessary for him at this stage. But he'd really come here seeking old war planes like himself, and one in particular he'd heard of thanks to the exploits of a recent American racer... but who was this curious plane? He was:
Full Name - Oskar von Scharnhorst
Preferred Name - Oskar, though some of his close friends are permitted to call him Komet.
Family - None living, and he's never married.
Relationship Status - Oskar is single, but has never been able to bring himself to seek a significant other.
Occupation - Former fighter-interceptor, but now long since retired. No current occupation.
Make/Model - Messerschmitt Me 163 Komet
Current Residence - Chicago
Personality - Reserved and quiet, he appears to be thinking great thoughts when he doesn't speak, or maybe he's just shy. He can be a little sarcastic, especially when it comes to his lack of mobility when on the ground, but deep down, he's quite warm and compassionate. He seems to harbor something within him though that pains him every day. While he certainly acts proud, his exterior is just a shell for a wounded interior...
Strengths - As a rare breed and one of the few examples of his kind to have survived the war, Oskar is an exceptional pilot. Many of his comrades were killed in the war thanks to the extremely high speeds they flew at, as well as their need to pull of lightning fast maneuvers to avoid crashing or colliding. Not many survived, but Oskar was one of the few to pull through. Oskar puts many ace fliers to shame, as not only is he an excellent flier, but he can perform many high-speed maneuvers that would otherwise kill a normal plane. His precision is second to none, and it's said he can even "thread" the most difficult "needles" by zooming through very confined spaces when necessary and coming out unscathed on the other side. His handling is superb, and he knows how to use himself, so to speak, getting the most bang for his buck when he's airborne. He's also adept at gliding, but he needs to be due to his engine's nature.
Weaknesses - As he was one of the world's first rocket powered fighters (and the only kind to ever be functional), Oskar has extremely limited range. He can only fly 25 miles before his engine cuts out and he's forced to instead glide. While gliding is not a problem for him, he needs to make sure there's a convenient airport nearby or he'll crash. If he's flying on his own, he can only make short "hops" from airport to airport, and can't travel cross-country or long distances without needing to instead book a seat on a much larger plane. Because of the unique nature of his design, Oskar doesn't have any landing gear, and never revamped himself to receive any. Instead, when he lands he produces a skid, which will be sufficient to stop him on smooth surfaces. However, once he lands, he's immobile unless he's hooked up to a dolly or some form of tow from another vehicle. He can hop on his skid, but it provides very limited mobility. He also is scarred by his battle experiences, and deeply regrets having served Germany in the Second World War. He's had a hard time reconciling his pride as a German officer with the fact that his country not only lost the war, but committed heinous atrocities as well. He seems to wear his shame like a weight, as it daily crushes him and can make his will to continue flag.
History - From the distinguished von Scharnhorst family, Oskar quite naturally wanted to follow in his ancestor Gerhard's path, footsteps, and enlisted in the German military at a time when the German military was changing, and coming under the control of dangerous and interloping civilians. Not wanting to question the pride he felt at serving in one of the most noteworthy military forces on the European continent, Oskar was chosen for his design to fly high-risk, high-speed intercepting missions to shoot down attacking Allied bombers and occasionally fighters. Because of his speed and experimental nature, Oskar often only had three seconds if that to squeeze off shots before he zoomed over his much slower targets, easily outclassing anything the Allies had at the time in terms of speed. Oskar became an ace of the Second World War, though many of his comrades were killed due to the high-speeds they flew at and the dangerous nature of their models. Oskar's efforts were too little too late though, as the Allies were winning the war inexorably by the time he was finally deployed. Having to face the humiliation of defeat, he was shocked and horrified to learn of the atrocities his country had committed on civilians during the war. It shattered his faith in everything he believed, and broke him, sending him into a deep depression. But his few surviving comrades shared their stories with him, and convinced him not to give up. Instead, as part of a healing process, Oskar decided to move to America, and seek out veterans like himself to hear their stories, and also to share his own with them. Speaking about his experiences helped him, and gradually, little by little, he began to mend. However, not all veterans accept him, as some still consider him an enemy or evil. It's a constant reminder that he fought for a country that murdered millions and that he did nothing to stop. He tries to deal with this, and hopes to share his stories with a particular veteran he heard is living not terribly far from his new home of Chicago in a small town called Propwash Junction... but will this veteran accept him...?
Oskar hopped a little bit towards the group, but not moving very far. He did at least move slightly off the center line of the runway, to clear it for any incoming traffic. He gazed at the assembled group, wondering if any had noticed his landing... and if not... prepared to speak up just in case... but wait! Was that an old P-51? Was he... a vet too?
Finn McMissile - CHROME HeadquartersFinn smiled at Abby, and nodded here. "Yes, she is. And well you're going to have to handle it! No time like the present after all! This will be your first field test! Just think of it as a chance to apply everything you've learned! You've shown enough promise that I don't need to tell you what's at stake, as you should know by now, but don't worry! You're traveling with two of the best, and we'll have the Americans backing us up too just in case. You won't be alone on this one!" he pointed out to her.
"Right then! Let's head out! Do you both know where Siddeley's hanger is? If not, it's number six! Be there in approximately... thirty minutes! I'll meet you there! Don't bother with equipment, unless you have your personal preferences, because Sid will come fully stocked for this assignment!" Finn reassured the two of them, but mostly more for Abby's sake. He gave Shadow a look here that almost said "come with me" before he began driving out of the lecture hall, deciding to grab a quick can of oil before he headed for Sid's hanger.
I want some good tension between him and others! XD I was like what if I made a character who WOULDN'T be accepted by some of the OCs we have in this RP, but who still struggles with his past? I think this shall make for some good roleplay.