About Me!
Name: Thomas James Christian
Nickname: Tommy
Age: 21
Birthday: June 17, 1985
Occupation: Cadet and student at USAF Academy
Home town: New Orleans
Ethnicity: Italian/German (75%, 25% respectively)
Height: 72"
Weight: 195 lbs
Eye color: Greenish Gray
Hair: Dark brown, usually cut semi-short
Likes: Fencing, reading, writing, drawing, movies (zombie movies especially), video games, role playing (though he'd never admit it), creole food, intelligent discussions, social drinking (a polite term for a kegger), karaoke, playing piano (classical mostly), and trying to learn how to play a guitar.
Dislikes: Tomatos, country music, doing things for reasons not explained to him, people who are ugly to others for no reason.
Education: High School: Jesuit High School of New Orleans
College: Two years at the Air Force Academy.
Major: Behavioral Science
Personality: Depending on the situation, when one first meets Tommy, he usually seems quiet and reserved. Someone knowledgeable of psychology could tell that this is a slight case of social anxiety disorder. However, upon the initial meeting, Tommy visibly loosens up and is much more sociable. Although Tommy may seem a bit brash and curses more than necessary sometimes, he is by no means a simple individual. He is actually highly intelligent but he acts this way subconsciously because it makes him feel comfortable when people view him as just another stupid kid. Again, when he gets to know someone well enough, though he still tends to curse too much, the stupid kid routine drops.
Tommy was born and raised as a Roman Catholic. Though he doesn’t go to mass much anymore, he still believes in the teachings of his church. Tommy is by no means close minded though. In fact, one of his favorite pastimes is having an intellectual debate with a friend.
Physical description: While by no means being the peak of physical perfection, Tommy is also no weakling. Six feet tall and weighing in at 195, Tommy is required to keep his body in a good physical condition in order to stay at the Air Force Academy. While a good portion of his look is determined by being a cadet (short hair, clean shaven), Tommy enjoys changing that when he goes out on the town. He normally spikes his dark brown hair and wears a dark blazer with the sleeves rolled up. In a more casual setting, he wears his father’s old brown leather jacket usually with some sort of vintage t-shirt. Regardless of his upper body, he never goes anywhere without his dark jeans and black tennis shoes. While he has a pair of glasses, he almost never wears them, preferring contacts.
A Brief History of Tommy Christian: Tommy was born to an upper-middle class family. He had great parents who brought him up well; he had an older brother, who he got along great with; he had another brother who was blind, mentally retarded, and had cerebral palsy. He considered helping his brother day to day more of a blessing than anything else. He also had his younger sister whom he was protective of. He followed in his brother’s footsteps, first going to Jesuit High School, and then going through the arduous process of getting into the academy. Once there, he was forced to interact with many people from all sorts of backgrounds which helped relieve him of some of his social anxiety disorder. This and the fascination of what causes people to make the decisions they do drove him to major in Behavioral Science. In his second year there, just by chance he was selected as one of the lucky few to visit Aviano, Italy for his summer Ops.
What Started All This Mess: [Summary] This was Tommy’s second summer at the Academy. He was supposed to spend three weeks in the Air Force Base in Aviano, Italy along with six other cadets. He traveled in the new C-17 once he hit the international leg of his trip. In mid flight, just clearing the Eastern shore of the United States, the large jet encountered a large flock of seagulls which knocked out two of the engines along with the head pilot.
[First Person Perspective **Caution: Profane Language***] It was May and my entire squad and I are anxiously awaiting to see where we’d be heading for Ops Airforce.
“Any luck?” I ask my roommate, a good (if incredibly nerdy) guy named Erick.
“Nothing yet, man.”
“Alright, well I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll be back in a few,” I say to him before doing just that. On my way back from the shower, it seemed the entire squad was talking as one. There were literally dozens of conversations going as one. Words like Rammstein, Nellis, and Seymore Johnson wafted toward me. I grin, knowing that the bases had come out. Quickly changing into PC (Physical Conditioning) Gear (it took all of thirty seconds, you learn to change fast at the Academy) I sit down at my laptop and log onto CAMIS II. Eric looked over quickly, “What’d you get?”
“Damnit, wait till I look it up!” I jokingly yell at him. Let’s see…password…log on…click on the dropdown menu…Force Protection and Accountability…no…ah! Academic Scheduling. There it is. I select that option and click on “Summer” and up comes my base. I sit there, grinning like a madman.
“Well? What’d you get already?” Erick asks impatiently.
“Oh…hold on a second….let me savor this….ahh…”
“Damn it, tell me already!”
“Aviano…as in, Aviano Italy.”
“You lucky sumbitch…I got Minot.” Erick sulks. I just burst out laughing. That poor b*****d got the suckiest of all bases while I got one of the sweetest.
“Oh man, Erick. I’m sorry,” I try to say through laughter.
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