CIVILIAN . MAHAKA, ADRIAN

Adrian Keilani Makaha

Promiscuous. Suave. Meticulous.

Captain

Twenty Nine

September 16th

Male

Breathing Pansexual

Civilian

Commercial / Private Pilot
Adrian’s been flying for about ten years now, having worked in the past on a bomber plane as part of the air force, and then moving on to both commercial and private planes.

Appearance

Adrian is a looker, and he tries his hardest to keep himself that way. His hair, slightly curly, is kept long a little past his shoulders, and is sometimes pulled back into a messy ponytail when he’s feeling more causal. It’s that perfect bedhead look that he takes pride in, tousled in the all right ways. There’s always a bit of scruff on his chin, partially because he’s often too busy to shave properly. He just says it contributes to his looks. His eyes are extremely dark, and one needs to look closely to actually distinguish his pupils from his irises. In the light, it could be seen that they’re a very dark red, but it’s near impossible to tell outside of direct light. He stands at a clean 6’0”, and had been one of the tallest in his family.

It’s rare that he’s seen outside of uniform; he’s almost constantly on a plane, after all. On those stints that he is off from his work, he likes to wear clothes that leave little up to the imagination if he could get away with it. Open chested shirts are a favourite of his, but not too many situations call for that. Otherwise, generic clothes are a staple; white shirts and jeans.

Thanks to an oral fixation from his smoking habit, he’s always gnawing on something. The only real anomaly when it comes to his physical appearances is his tongue. Thanks to a phase of rebellion and spur of the moment thought when he was in his teenage years, he got a procedure to split his tongue slightly at the tip, giving himself a ‘fork’, almost like a snake’s. He also has a piercing on the right side of his tongue.

Lineage

Though he rarely acts the part, Adrian is a native Hawaiian. His family is believed to be part of the original group of indigenous Polynesians that came to the Hawaiian Islands. Even with extensive tracing, their earliest ancestor that they have records of was believed to have been on the archipelago for centuries. Adrian is fluent in English and Pidgin, but unfortunately only knows very simple Hawaiian, though is putting in effort to become more fluent in his native language.

Personality

Whoever said that being promiscuous meant that you had to be an asshole? Whoever said that just because you were a flirt, meant that you couldn’t buy a person a drink without meaning to get them in bed? Adrian Makaha seems to live to defy these stereotypes that try and define him. He would be the first to admit that he’s a flirt and a lot less than loyal to one partner, but he doesn’t go sneaking behind anybody’s back when he sleeps around. He isn’t ready to commit to a dedicated relationship, so he doesn’t, and he makes that loud and clear to anybody who wants to get a little more intimate with him. Of course, flirting it up also comes as part of the package. He tried not to be overbearing when it comes to a few comments now and again, but he does go a little too far at times. Though he won’t touch anybody that doesn’t want it, he doesn’t quite know how to draw the line when it comes to winks and buying pretty girls and handsome guys drinks.

The only true love he has is the sky, and perhaps his parrot, Rosy. He had wanted to fly since he was a young child, and he’d worked hard towards various plane licenses to actually do so. Just because he’s a flirt, doesn’t mean he’s not a hard worker. He learned that well enough from his time as a bomber pilot in the military, where the daily grind was normal and sitting under the baking sun to clean an engine was routine. Good things come to those who make them happen, not those who sit around and wait.

Adrian counts his blessings to the best of his ability, and makes a conscious effort to try and focus on the good. His parents had always instilled that in him because they came from a lower middle class family. The larger part of his learning this was actually from his parrot, who survived a house fire while all his other birds perished. Being thankful for the little things is what keeps him grounded, so to speak, and it helps him put his life into perspective.

When it comes to little details, he makes sure he gets it right the first time. Flying a giant metal can through the air with people on board is sort of a dangerous thing when one isn’t being meticulous, so he applies his care to many of his everyday tasks. His degree of attention to detail might’ve gotten him into some art or design field if he put his mind to it, and it was put into good use while he was in the air force. But he has to put some creativity somewhere, so he sings. Adrian loves to sing, even if he’s mediocre. He says it’s a hobby; he sings in the car, in the shower, while feeding his parrot… any chance he can, he’ll sing just because he wants to.

A bit of an attitude also comes with the package. Though he’s polite, if not extremely outgoing most of the time, pressure and unfavourable situations gives him a bit of an edge. He becomes snarky and sassy when he’s under duress, and don’t expect him to be those quiet, calm types when he’s flying in bad conditions. Adrian does tend to make up some very interesting curse words, though.

Much to the disapproval of quite a few people around him, Adrian smokes. He becomes quite grumpy and irritated on long flights, as he usually chain smokes when he’s on the ground and always has a cigarette in his mouth. He has a bit of an oral fixation thanks to this, and chews on things without realizing.

History

Adrian’s early life was regular at its most exciting point. He comes from a lower middle class household in Hawaii, both his mother and his father working in the tourism industry in one position or another. Though they lacked what many around them had, they didn’t feel that they needed it. Out of laziness or humility, his parents just never went to improve themselves, so that was where they stayed. The life of constant sunshine and bright blossoms was considered normal, every day and mundane, and he could never quite understand why tourists flocked to the place until he was older.

When he was ten years old, his father brought home a bird; a Galah cockatoo. It must’ve been somebody’s runaway pet, because they definitely weren’t native to Hawaii. Adrian named this bird Rosy, because of its pink feathers, and because he was ten and wasn’t very creative.

But Rosy wasn’t the only bird they had. In fact, the Makaha family had about fifteen birds in their care, taken in from accidents, the roadside, or some just coming to their back yard for an easy meal and never leaving. They had all kinds, from pigeons to finches, ducks to grebes and quails to that one impossibly grumpy crane they found on the side of the road with a broken leg. But to Adrian, Rosy was the special bird, and always stayed his favourite.

And Rosy was special, indeed. Rosy had always been a little bit broken. The parrot would shriek at all hours of the night and day, flap around uselessly, run on his feet instead of fly, lay on his back instead of perching and seemed to ‘drool’ when his head was scratched. He learned how to imitate the neighbour’s dogs barking, but never learned how to talk. He learned how to unlock the door to his cage, but never learned that if a person left the room, it didn’t mean they were going to leave him forever. It was probably a couple too many bashes at a window to the head that caused him to be that way, but Adrian never minded. The tourists seemed to love the local kid that went walking around with a giant bird, untethered, on his shoulder.

So Adrian grew up on Hawaii, attending a normal elementary and high school there. His parents often saw him sitting on the rocks by the sea with Rosy on his shoulder, and they thought he wanted to be a fisherman. Little did they know, he wasn’t looking at the sea, but the sky. A fisherman was far from what he wanted to be; living on the rocking waters wasn’t doing it for him. Instead, he wanted to fly like so many of the birds he had in his house.

He got his first chance at the age of sixteen; a friend of his parents had a small private plane, meant for recreational use, and started giving Adrian small lessons on how to fly it. When he turned seventeen, he applied for his own recreational license, and at eighteen, he decided to forgo university in favour of flight school, perhaps even the military. He had a slight rebellious phase at this point, getting a surgical procedure on his tongue to split it slightly at the tip, and a piercing on the side. It was about as ‘bad’ as he got, though, aside from sleeping around. Of course, being the charmer he was and actually being able to fly a plane impressed a heck of a lot of his fellow students, he had more than a couple of crazy nights where he didn’t exactly recognize who was in bed with him the next morning. But despite that, he was in love with the sky, needless to say. The ground was wonderful, sure, and he loved a lot of people on the ground... but his love affair with the sky wasn’t exactly something he would easily give up.

Adrian was enlisted into the air force at age eighteen. He had a private pilot’s license, so that definitely helped his case. He was admitted into the Air Force Academy outside of Colorado Springs, which meant that for the first time in his life, he had to leave his native Hawaii. His parents, though worried for their son, were fully supportive of him and send him off, letting him know that he could always come back whenever he wanted.

The birds, unfortunately, had to stay behind with his parents, including Rosy.

Adrian had wanted to bring Rosy with him, but that would involve paperwork and quarantine and an arm and a leg in payments and licenses, and the family simply couldn’t afford it. His parents had agreed to pay for his schooling, so all that was left for him to do was find some place to stay. He ended up renting out basement space from an old retired woman. The house was in a less populated area with plenty of natural space, though he found that he missed the sea more than he thought.

For the next couple of years, he wriggled his way up the air force rankings with his skill and passion in the air, and his charming personality and ability to smooth talk the bosses. Adrian was stationed on a bomber plane, and he went from AFSC 11B1 (entry student) to AFSC 11B3 (aircraft commander) in a couple of years, and was in line to become the AFSC 11B2 (co-pilot) soon.

But it was one particularly dry year when his parents called him in a panic. Their house was burning down. Adrian took the earliest plane he could back to Hawaii. He was very thankful that the neighbour, the same one that had given him those flying lessons all those years ago, had given his parents a place to stay in the meanwhile. They had gotten out a little shaken, but otherwise alright. It was after he made sure his parents were alright that he asked; where were the birds?

As far as everybody knew, they had been locked up for the night, and had all perished in the fire when the house collapsed on itself. The house burned for a couple days, and in the end, all that was left was a blackened pit of twisted metal and smouldering wood in the ground.

When everything stopped burning, Adrian visited the place. His childhood home and his beloved pet birds had all gone up in flames, it seemed. He wept. He liked to think that they survived somewhere out there. But as he was about to leave and go back to his neighbour’s house, there came a rather indignant squawk from the nearby trees. A large, ruffled, slightly singed bird proceeded to plop down on his shoulder.

It was the broken one. It was Rosy.

Adrian took him home, back to Colorado once the commotion of the fire had died down, fees and paperwork be damned. The rest of the birds may have been dead, but Rosy wasn’t, and that was all he really needed. But the fire had dampened his love for his job a little, and he found himself moodier than he had been before. He’d already gathered decent experience while working for the air force, and even if he was in line for a promotion, he decided to quit and take some time off.

He packed up his little life in Colorado, and everybody swore they thought he was going back to Hawaii. Instead, he moved over to Los Angeles. He settled in a small apartment there for about half a year, before he realized that quitting his job had been a spur of the moment, emotional reaction. He wanted to be back in the sky.

Adrian had been hopping jobs since then, going from commercial airline pilot to private pilot and back again, over and over. Either way, it seemed that he was never separated from the sky.

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