[ Know what Maine's really good at? Violence. Brutality. Killing his enemies. Leaving behind a trail of bodies as he bulldozes his way through his missions, as confident in his strength as he is in gravity — or perhaps more so, since the latter fluctuates with the planet. He's the person that's called in when it's time to fight fire with fire. A person whose rage rises like a storm, until his hold on his temper snaps and he lashes out without care for who or what is around him.
Maine is not a person who forgives. He's not a person who can walk by his enemies without attacking. He is, in short, utterly fucked in this Trial.
For the umpteenth time, Maine appears at the beginning of the Trial. His labored breathing can be heard even outside of his armor. He clenches his fists tight and growls — a low, near-inhuman sounding thing — before he squares his shoulders and starts stalking down the path yet again. ]
II. The Weakest Link
[ There are worse things in the world than being handcuffed to Agent Maine. The massive man is clearly capable of handling himself physically: fully armored, he stands over seven-feet-tall and looks like he could throw a whole slew of cars with ease. Communicating with him, however, could be a bit of a problem.
See, Maine doesn't talk. It's not that he can't (yet), he just chooses not to the vast majority of the time. So, rather than cracking the ice, the behemoth of a man simply stands there like a monolith, staring down at his forced companion through an opaque gold visor that gives no indication of his thoughts or emotions.
So, uh. Good luck building trust! ]
III. Well Met
[ The relentless heat wouldn't be an issue if the cooling system in Maine's armor were working correctly. Unfortunately, it seems to have decided to shit itself, leaving the space marine all but cooking inside the titanium alloy.
Dammit.
Maine's helmet comes off first, revealing the face of a man who — aside from looking like an intense motherfucker — appears remarkably ordinary in spite of his sheer size. He squints against the sun, shaved head already glistening with sweat, and starts detaching more pieces of his armor's white outer shell.
Better heat than cold, he thinks. But he still needs to remove some layers (armored as they are) before he starts moving around, even if it's just to walk to what looks like a well. ]
(( ooc: maine is from a pre-injury (s9) canon point. for those unfamiliar, feel free to check out his general first impressions & permissions post. wildcards are also welcome! ))
agent maine | red vs. blue
[ Know what Maine's really good at? Violence. Brutality. Killing his enemies. Leaving behind a trail of bodies as he bulldozes his way through his missions, as confident in his strength as he is in gravity — or perhaps more so, since the latter fluctuates with the planet. He's the person that's called in when it's time to fight fire with fire. A person whose rage rises like a storm, until his hold on his temper snaps and he lashes out without care for who or what is around him.
Maine is not a person who forgives. He's not a person who can walk by his enemies without attacking. He is, in short, utterly fucked in this Trial.
For the umpteenth time, Maine appears at the beginning of the Trial. His labored breathing can be heard even outside of his armor. He clenches his fists tight and growls — a low, near-inhuman sounding thing — before he squares his shoulders and starts stalking down the path yet again. ]
II. The Weakest Link
[ There are worse things in the world than being handcuffed to Agent Maine. The massive man is clearly capable of handling himself physically: fully armored, he stands over seven-feet-tall and looks like he could throw a whole slew of cars with ease. Communicating with him, however, could be a bit of a problem.
See, Maine doesn't talk. It's not that he can't (yet), he just chooses not to the vast majority of the time. So, rather than cracking the ice, the behemoth of a man simply stands there like a monolith, staring down at his forced companion through an opaque gold visor that gives no indication of his thoughts or emotions.
So, uh. Good luck building trust! ]
III. Well Met
[ The relentless heat wouldn't be an issue if the cooling system in Maine's armor were working correctly. Unfortunately, it seems to have decided to shit itself, leaving the space marine all but cooking inside the titanium alloy.
Dammit.
Maine's helmet comes off first, revealing the face of a man who — aside from looking like an intense motherfucker — appears remarkably ordinary in spite of his sheer size. He squints against the sun, shaved head already glistening with sweat, and starts detaching more pieces of his armor's white outer shell.
Better heat than cold, he thinks. But he still needs to remove some layers (armored as they are) before he starts moving around, even if it's just to walk to what looks like a well. ]
(( ooc: maine is from a pre-injury (s9) canon point. for those unfamiliar, feel free to check out his general first impressions & permissions post. wildcards are also welcome! ))