Meet the Mechanic

About Mae Caddel

Age: 29 as of 1968

Height: 5'2ft

D.O.B: November 15th, 1939. Born in Maine, U.S.A.

Gender/Pronouns: Agender, Trans-Masc, Intersex. (She/He/They). Note: Mae has no clue what ANY of that means and just keeps herself unlabeled.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Likes: Nascar, cars and motorcycles, street racing, disco music, sweets, dogs.

Dislikes: Touch, candles, medical equipment and professionals, authority figures, loud people, feeling out of control.

Other fun facts!

Ambidextrous, but tends to prefer using his right hand.

Pretty decent at dancing! Has a very good sense of rhythm.

Had a dream of becoming a Nascar driver as a kid.

Doesn't know how to swim despite growing up in Maine.

Class Info

Class: The Mechanic

Team: Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED)

Role: Offense

Default Loadout

Motorcycle / Colt Pistol / Crowbar

Account info and Rules

(Subject to change and edits as I see fit)

This blog is owned and run by @mayxncheese

General rule of thumb please be respectful with asks, and while this is an 18+ blog I ask that no overly sexual asks be sent.

That being said…

I highly encourage interactions with oc’s and canon characters! I loveeeee putting Mae in situations and playing with dynamics!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t use colognes.”

//@mason-blu-sniper987\\

He’s eying the beer case suspiciously, like it somehow has offended her on a personal level. Really she’s just trying to look for any signs of tampering…can’t trust a BLU after all.

“Just leave it there.”

Uhm... can you maybe help? I don't know much about engines....

“Hi.” He seems unnerved, maybe it’s the medical attire…or the talons. Maybe both!

"What's your favorite flower? -🐕"

“I’d have to say Blue Hydrangeas.”

( @scientistsredblu )

“Anytime he enters the room, I leave it.”

“Everyone needs a little pink “

Thought of mae today because I saw someone that looked exactly like her today it scared me, like same hair same glasses, almost same uniform except it was blue

“You got any stickers with skulls or somethin’.”

“I’m doing just peachy.”

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

“Five out of ten.”

Soooo, cars, huh? How do you paint cars, anyway? Would it be too dangerous to have a sparkly glittery car, do you think?

@meet-the-popstar

(I AM SORRY MR GIRL SHE IS NOT A KNOWER)

“Well…it’s not a short process, I’ll tell you that much. As for dangerous, maybe not…unless you get some insane upgrades on it but I can see it being a target for being stolen. That’s about it.”

“..Oi, ah. Ya left this.”

In his hand lies a rather bulky torque wrench. As far as Sniper himself is aware, it is undeniably hers. He’d never owned one himself. The bastard things are too expensive…

- 🎯 @red-bullet-outback

The sound of metal being bumped into was heard from under the car Mae was working on…followed by the hissed curse ‘son of a bitch’. Rolling out from under the car on his mechanic creeper, the mechanic looked rather annoyed by the sudden distraction of her coworker.

“Can you walk any quieter?” He lightly snapped while rubbing her head. Looking the team’s sniper over, her eyes landed on the torque wrench in his hand while sitting up. Mae had been looking for that thing for at least a day now.

With a resigned sigh, the mechanic gestured him over.