Lieutenant JG Maximillian Schott
Name Maximillian Frederick Schott
Position Chief Flight Control Officer
Rank Lieutenant JG
|Height||1.73 m (5'6")|
|Weight||64 kg (141 lbs.)|
|Physical Description||Max has a somewhat small build, finding his strength in flexibility not brute force. As he would put it: “Built for barrel rolls, not barrel making.” Other than his sharpish features, he is extraordinarily average. Brown eyes, brown hair, often with a goofy look and a mussed hair. If someone passed him on the street they might not give him a second look. He manages to look comfortable in anything he wears, be it on-duty in his dress uniform, off-duty in civvies, or on the holodeck wrapped up in a flight jacket, goggles, and scarf.|
Personality & Traits
|General Overview||Max is a very animated guy, who manages to get excited over just about everything that crosses his path. He’s always ready to laugh, at a joke or himself, especially when his clumsy side comes to the forefront or his excitement gets him out five feet ahead of everyone else. He’s always the first to volunteer, often before he even hears what he’s volunteering for. His zest for everything would be off-putting if he weren’t so clearly good-natured about everything. Someone who could genuinely pull off, “Can’t we all just get along?”|
|Strengths & Weaknesses||Above all, Max is an excellent pilot, he prides himself on it. He puts in the work to both exercise his hand-eye coordination and study his craft. On the flip-side of that, his first suggestion in any scenario will be to pilot his way through it, even when it isn’t the best option. He also has a tendency to pick the flashy move over the reliable move, believing that with his skill he can always pull it off. He’s very personable, and loves to inject himself into the life of everyone around him. That also means that sometimes he sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong and isn’t wanted.|
|Ambitions||He flew through the academy and went directly into the Command school, with the clear intention of trying to make his way up to Captain and get his own ship. The question remains of whether he can ground himself enough to earn the respect of peers necessary for command. His more immediate ambition is just to finally get to explore space on, more or less, his own terms.|
|Hobbies & Interests||Max has a large library of physical books that he takes around with him. A large chunk are treatises on piloting going back to the birth of aviation, along with a number of biographies of notable pilots. He especially looks up to his ancestor Fritz Beckhardt, a Jewish German pilot all the way back in World War I. He has a holodeck program specifically to recreate that early evolution of flight. He also has a tendency to appropriate the hobbies of those around him, both to fit in better and because it’s so much a part of his personality to get excited about everything.|
|Personal History||Max was raised in Germany’s Black Forest as the only child of Frederick Schott, a shuttle pilot, and Verena Wolff, a member of the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps. Early on his father passed on a need for speed, by taking Max along with him on shuttle flights as well as in various historical replica aircraft. Max always knew that he’d be going to the academy, and took it somewhat for granted. He first applied to the academy when he was 17.
Much to his surprise, he didn’t just glide into the academy as he was beaten out for a spot the first time he applied. He did score high enough to try again the next year, but it led to a year of soul-searching and questioning how he had seen himself. He briefly considered pursuing something else, but after six months of not being able to find anything else that called to him as strongly, he re-doubled his studies. The second time he applied he was accepted.
At the academy he distinguished himself for his piloting, and his habit of being the first student whose name the professors all learned. The latter he got from his penchant for showing up to class late or being generally a bit disruptive. He was as active in his extra-curriculars as he was in class, at various points being in the Rigel Cup, on the gymnastics team, on the Velocity team, on the Parrises Squares team, and in the European Swordsmanship club, among others. He never ended up in one of the elite squadrons due to their seeking cult-like devotion which his scattershot interests did not line up with.
One of his professors recommended him to the Command School and he attended immediately following his Academy graduation with a major in Command and Control and minors in Astrophysics and Engineering. Toward the end of Command School he was serving/learning on the USS Arcadia to finish up the practical portion of his education when they went to relieve the USS Eagle. He was informed that he would be getting his first official posting as the Chief Flight Control Officer on the Eagle.
|Service Record||2391-2394 Starfleet Academy
2394-2395 Starfleet Academy Command School
2395-2396 Command School extension aboard USS Arcadia
2396-Present USS Eagle - Chief Flight Control Officer