Futuristic THE LAST SHIELD Pilot Registration

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Spoiler: Author's Note

Before creating a character, review the lore page of THE LAST SHIELD to ensure your character concept falls in line with the world's canon. Any further questions not covered in the lore page should be directed to me. Please join us on Discord, where we will be working on characters together. For the time being, please limit yourself to one character, though this may be subject to change.

A block of code will be provided so everyone has a basic character sheet to use. TOGGLE BBCODE ON FOR BEST RESULTS. Please note that you may elect not to use the provided code for your CS. If this is the case, ensure to include at least all of the required information listed in the sample code.

-The ARES Program Induction Form-

<Prospective Applicant>, you have been provided the opportunity to be considered for a once in a lifetime opportunity to serve the United Nation and all of humankind in an experiment that may once again turn the tide again against the Starfallen. The ARES Program seeks to integrate man and machine, melding pilot and ETA, to create a new breed of warrior that will change the face of warfare forever.

Your application to the program will be reviewed by a panel of scientists, analysis, medical personnel, and military officers to determine your qualification to the program. Once accepted, you will undergo a series of intensive surgeries that will allow you to directly interface with ETAs in a way that will provide unparalleled control and response time. Your ETA will be your second body.

Once the procedure is successful, you will be granted a one week recovery period before participating in the most comprehensive three month training program for ETA pilots ever assembled. You will be instructed by real combat veterans from elite units hailing from every frontline against the Starfallen, preparing your body and mind for the total war that they have declared.

Successful graduation from this program will earn you an officer position within the United Nations Strategic Intervention Group, a direct action arm of the United Nations unaffiliated with any of the military blocs. Please note that washing out of this program will not reflect negatively on your previous military or professional careers. Compensation will be awarded fairly for your time and efforts.

Please submit your application below.

Spoiler: Optional Code for CS

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[size=3][tabs][tab=Basic Record]
[u]Essentials[/u]
Full Name: <Please provide your full legal name>
Nickname: <If you prefer to be called something other than your legal name, provide it here>
Callsign: <For security reasons, please provide a short, easy to say, low syllable callsign for other pilots to refer to you as during operations>
Age: <Please provide your age>
Gender: <Please provide your gender identity>
Country of Origin: <Please provide the country of your primary residence> 
Previous Military Affiliation: <Please provide the military bloc or PMC you served prior to induction to this program, if any>

[u]Appearance:[/u] 
<In at least a paragraph, describe your pilot's physical appearance>

[u]Personality:[/u] 
<In at least a paragraph, describe your pilot's personality>

[/tab]
[tab=Advanced Record]
[u]History[/u]
<In at least a couple paragraphs, describe your pilot's upbringing, defining experiences, and relationships>

[u]Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses[/u]
<In at least a couple paragraphs, describe your pilot's strengths and weaknesses with piloting ETAs and their combat-relevant experience. Bear in mind, most candidates are Wonder 9s, having survived at least 9 sorties against the Starfallen, one way or another>

[u]On-Foot Equipment[/u]
<List, and optionally describe useful or sentimental things your pilot possesses. ARES pilots are authorized to carry a custom sidearm from their previous service or personal collection>

[/tab]
[tab=Generation 3 ETA Preferences]
[u]Base Frame[/u]
<What base frame is your ETA based on?>

[u]Armament & Equipment[/u]
<You are given 13 Supply Points to spend on equipment to be mounted onto your ETA found [url=https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-last-shield-field-manual-lore-pages.542847/#post-11928449]here[/url]>

[u]Customizations[/u]
<Please provide a custom name to be printed on your ETA as its designation>
<Please provide a short description and optionally, an image file of your ETA>

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[Coin]

Class 2037F Roster​

Name	Callsign	Primary Role	Player
Alfie Qullier​	Percival​	Skirmisher​	Washout​
AX-8​	Arcade​	Skirmisher​	Remembrance​
Philip Bernadotte​	Kiwi​	Skirmisher​	Washout​
Alex Skye​	Jailbird​	Breakthrough​	Washout​
Hannes Haber​	Krieger​	Breakthrough​	Zahzi​
James Harland​	Zero​	Anti-Swarm Support​	simj26​
Moraes Coaling​	Hammerfall​	Multirole Assault​	Kameron Esters-​
Kyo Yu-Ni​	Yongsan​	Long-Range Fire Support​	FabulousTrash​
Selfie Nikan​	Cowlick​	Anti-Armor Support​	The One Eyed Bandit​
Courtney Jones​	Canary​	Anti-Swarm Support​	welian​
Michael Staunton​	Asa​	Long-Range Fire Support​	Washout​
Cyrus Abadie​	Red Herring​	Anti-Swarm Support​	YLVillain​
Clancy Clark​	Beef​	Multirole Assault​	Washout​
Aiguo Agresto​	Caishen​	Multirole Assault​	The Regal Rper​
Antonio Serejlvik​	Lucky​	Multirole Assault​	Mechking​
Alana Nakamoto​	Hi-Chew​	Anti-Swarm Support​	fluticasone​
Paris D'Alarie​	Polaris​	Skirmisher​	pendog​

 

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[PRIMARY IMAGE GOES HERE]​

SAMPLE SHEET PENDING​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

• 
  Essentials
  Full Name: <Please provide your full legal name>
  Nickname: <If you prefer to be called something other than your legal name, provide it here>
  Callsign: <For security reasons, please provide a short, easy to say, low syllable callsign for other pilots to refer to you as during operations>
  Age: <Please provide your age>
  Gender: <Please provide your gender identity>
  Country of Origin: <Please provide the country of your primary residence>
  Previous Military Affiliation: <Please provide the military bloc or PMC you served prior to induction to this program, if any>
  
  Appearance:
  <In at least a paragraph, describe your pilot's physical appearance>
  
  Personality:
  <In at least a paragraph, describe your pilot's personality>
  
  
• 
  History
  <In at least a couple paragraphs, describe your pilot's upbringing, defining experiences, and relationships>
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  <In at least a couple paragraphs, describe your pilot's strengths and weaknesses with piloting ETAs and their combat-relevant experience. Bear in mind, most candidates are Wonder 9s, having survived at least 9 sorties against the Starfallen, one way or another>
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  <List, and optionally describe useful or sentimental things your pilot possesses. ARES pilots are authorized to carry a custom sidearm from their previous service or personal collection>
  
  
• 
  Base Frame
  <What base frame is your ETA based on?>
  
  Armament & Equipment
  <You are given 13 Supply Points to spend on equipment to be mounted onto your ETA found here>
  
  Customizations
  <Please provide a custom name to be printed on your ETA as its designation>
  <Please provide a short description and optionally, an image file of your ETA>
  
  

 

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ALFIE 'PERCIVAL' QUILLER​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

• 
  Essentials
  Full Name: Alfie Quiller
  Nickname: Percival
  Callsign: Percival
  Age: 24
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: Birmingham, UK
  Previous Military Affiliation: European Union-North Atlantic Treaty Organization Combined Alliance (EUNATOCA)
  
  Appearance:
  Percival stands at around 173 cm, and weighs about 73 kg. Percival has short, black hair and dark eyes on a sharp, almost gaunt face. His body is slim, but also quite dense with lithe muscles. He tends to always wear standard issue articles of clothing from the jumpsuit and protective harness all ETA Pilots are expected to wear while on duty even in situations he could've changed out of them, and when not in his jumpsuit ready to go he wears dark grey camo pants and a white t-shirt. His entire style is function over form, and one could call it completely lame and uninspired. No one has seen him in really casual clothes since he became a Wonder 9. Due to his intensity and the visible amount of stress he has, he comes across as some almost a decade older than they actually are. Wild eyes, messy hair, and intense stares or subtle twitches also makes Percival, and as such those around him, seem quite on edge.
  
  Personality:
  Percival is a gruff, dour, haunted man who drastically changed after the Second Blitz. Percival hardly ever refers to himself by his real name, instead aligning more and more with his Callsign and status as a Pilot. Self-isolating and extremely serious, Percival comes across as someone extremely intense at all times, trembling like a wound up spring. He is extremely diligent and focused, with little interests beyond performing or improving his performance as an ETA Pilot. However, this can change when Percival enters certain levels of combat. Due to PTSD and other Trauma's (or other unidentified reasonings) Percival has been known to slip into fits of delirium, hallucinating where he is and who he is speaking to, often confusing himself with being in the City of London and calling his co-pilots by different names. This effort extends to Starfallen, whom he refers to as 'Black Knight' in these fits. So far this has not greatly impacted his performance in the field, in fact it seemingly heightens it by making Percival far more aggressive and decisive. Percival comes across as either hard and focused or... not all there.
  
  (NOTE: Due to his evident and extreme psychological issues, many of Alfie Quiller's medical handlers have requested Percival be removed from active duty, citing fears of an eventual psychotic break. These issues have been duly noted and are pending review by United Nation military officials.)
  
  
• 
  History
  Alfie Quiller was born in Birmingham, UK, on April 18, 2013. He grew up in a middle income household with three brothers and two sisters, with both parents being present and invested in their families lives. Alfie's performance in school was higher than the average though not top of his class, and he eventually played football with a growing interest in Rugby. Much of his early life is rather unimpressive, to be perfectly honest, but it has been used to compare to his current pschyo-social evaluations with expected but startling differences. Alfie would later enroll into the University of Birmingham on a Teaching Degree, and by all accounts he fit the bill as an admired but roughly average college student. He played well on several sports teams, had good grades, and seemed eager to travel to places of poverty or in need to help provide educational services for children there after he graduated college. But like so many people, his life changed irrevocably during the Starfall.
  
  Due to the chaos of the Starfall and the complete destruction of the British Isles, very little is known about what happened to Alfie during this time period, his exact mode of travel during his escape from the UK. What is known is that Alfie Quiller would enlist into the French Foreign Legion in June of 2032 in the UN-Mandated International Refugee Camp in Algiers, claiming his family was dead or missing and eager to avenge them. Due to scoring high on various tests, and the formation of the EUNATOCA, Alfie Quiller was swiftly chosen for candidacy in the new ETA Project, piloting and training the T-1 and it's earliest prototypes among hundreds of other prospective Pilots. After the astounding if bloody success of the Battle of Hong Kong, EUNATOCA would plan its own game-changing operation involving the first deployment of ETA's by the alliance in Europe in Operation Elephant Seal, or as it would eventually become known...
  
  The Second London Blitz.
  
  Operation Elephant Seal wasn't originally the over ambitious mess it would be remembered, and it was instead intended as a propaganda victory first and foremost. The idea was to sail a task force into the English Channel and up into the Thames and hit the London Hives. The idea being that with most Starfallen war forms shifting to mainland Europe, the EUNATOCA's first deployment of ETA's would be a relatively bloodless success compared to the Battle of Hong Kong. Alfie's class graduated just in time to miss Hong Kong but also to refill the ranks for Elephant Seal, and it was here Alfie earned his Callsign: Percival. Two months later, and Elephant Seal was a failure. After the initial stellar landings on the Cliffs of Dover, and the planned two weeks reached their end, the mission shifted from 'Exterminate' to 'Liberate', and the taskforce would go on to spend the remaining amount of time throwing dozens of skilled pilots into the meatgrinder to take ground, then hold the line, and finally delay the enemy advance.
  
  As the two month marker came up and more and more Starfallen pressed in on the EUNATOCA forces in England, a special suicide mission was greenlit to achieve one strategic aim and claim the bloody mess as a win, to destroy the London Hive. Percival, already a Wonder 9 at that point, volunteered and dove into the jaws of death and not expected to return. But return he did, the sole survivor in a horrifically damaged ETA right as the last boats were about to leave the harbor. It was here that Alfie Quiller turned into the man known as Percival both to EUNATOCA Pilots and the public who were quick to worship Wonder 9's as celebrities and war heroes, both groups which looked at Percival as a freak and an outcast to some degree. Since the Second Blitz, Percival has partaken in several assignments in the field with a mixed degree of success. While his kill count and mission completion rate remains quite high, Percival has also displayed numerous insubordinate and downright reckless behaviors during the execution of the mission both to leaders in the field and command staff in general. What's more he has further displayed a great deal of mental imbalance, partially hallucinating his surroundings on occasion though he still remains "High-Functioning". To both increase his capability and restrain his more destructive behaviors, he has been recommended to the ARES Program.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Side-Arm: S&W Model 500, a non-standard issue side arm specifically chosen by Percival for its enormous caliber and stopping power. (Magnet for Dirty Hairy and 'Happy to See Me' Jokes, neither of which Percival appreciates.)
  
  CQC-Weaponry: One S1-Personel Combat Blade (Sword), 1 Personal Combat Knife, 1 Utility Knife. (All with sheathes.)
  
  ELSE (Exo Life Safety Equipment): A vast array of procedures and gear similar to that of what Air Force Pilots and tend to be supplied with. These can include Head, Ear, and Eye protection, fire-resistant clothing, and restaint harnesses as basic Personel Protection Equipment (PPE) as well as Exo Survival Kits which allow for basic survival in the wild or hostile territory, ETA First Aid Kits, and assorted Personal Survival Equipment. All of which should be able to be carried by the ETA Pilot's person in the event of the Pilot being stranded. As per EUNATOCA Doctrine, all ELSE Items are placed in or around the Pilots seat and carry on in the event of emergency ejection ensuring the Pilot is not stranded without supplies.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Side-Arm: S&W Model 500, a non-standard issue side arm specifically chosen by Percival for its enormous caliber and stopping power. (Magnet for Dirty Hairy and 'Happy to See Me' Jokes, neither of which Percival appreciates.)
  
  CQC-Weaponry: One S1-Personel Combat Blade (Sword), 1 Personal Combat Knife, 1 Utility Knife. (All with sheathes.)
  
  ELSE (Exo Life Safety Equipment): A vast array of procedures and gear similar to that of what Air Force Pilots and tend to be supplied with. These can include Head, Ear, and Eye protection, fire-resistant clothing, and restaint harnesses as basic Personel Protection Equipment (PPE) as well as Exo Survival Kits which allow for basic survival in the wild or hostile territory, ETA First Aid Kits, and assorted Personal Survival Equipment. All of which should be able to be carried by the ETA Pilot's person in the event of the Pilot being stranded. As per EUNATOCA Doctrine, all ELSE Items are placed in or around the Pilots seat and carry on in the event of emergency ejection ensuring the Pilot is not stranded without supplies.
  
  
• 
  Base Frame
  T-3 Hurricane
  
  
  T-3E8 'Jet Stream'
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Right Shoulder: Greatsword (6)
  
  Left Hip: Combat Knife (2)
  
  Customizations
  Reinforced Servos: By increasing the quality of materials used in ETA servos, including intensive trials to improve optimization well above acceptable standards, Chevaliers range of motion has been improved drastically resulting in the Hurricanes movements to be very fluid while retaining speed. (Increases the ground speed and servo-rotation/speed of Chevalier's joints by 15%) (2)
  
  Thruster Improvement: Improving and expanding the number of Chevaliers exhaust ports both increases the ETA's overall air and ground speed, but also further improves Chevaliers agility and combat performance. (Supercruise = Supermaneuver) (3)
  
  

 

[Remembrance]

Image by sunshinedays2 (unable to find artist link but here is a gallery)​

AX-8 | 'Eight' | Arcade​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

• 
  Essentials
  Full Name: AX-8
  Nickname: Eight
  Callsign: Arcade
  Age: 19
  Gender: Non-binary
  Country of Origin: Russian Federation
  Previous Military Affiliation: Revised Collective Security Treaty Organization, Active Defense Force, 89th Group Army
  
  Appearance:
  Outside of personal occasions, Eight can almost always be seen in their body sheath. Alongside the sheath are eyecaps; photocallgen corneal overlays that amplify available light to a visual optimum. The circumorbital edges of the sheath are treated to bind to the eyecap. This means, of course, that Eight cannot close their eyes. Since the blinking reflex has long since been trained out of them, this is a minor inconvenience but does often unsettle others.
  
  Slim, almost to the point of appearing sickly, Eight stands at a clean 160cm (5'3") and weighs in at about 45kg (100lb). Their body would be a marvel to showcase to any scientific commune. With biological functions reduced to the barest of minimums, it is not uncommon to see the clear outlines of their ribcage even with their sheath on.
  
  Personality:
  Eight has never experienced what many call 'emotion'. To them, it is an abstract concept, felt by humans when specific chemicals react inside the confines of their brains. Eight is a human being in all respects except that they're a lot more intelligent than most human beings, a lot more ethical, a lot kinder and more decent; a lot more human.
  
  Unlike conventional robots and androids fitted with a version of the R2 chip, Eight does not simply keel over when it learns of a human death it could not prevent. As part of its extensive modifications, a potential calculator determines the severity of the conflict, and memory buffers attempt to prevent onset collapse. They were built to determine which action is more harmful, and even choosing at random if the alternatives are equally bad. As such, Eight is capable of taking an action which can be interpreted as following the First Law, avoiding collapse.
  
  
• 
  History
  

  Classified Document #A58912-CC

  Opening Connection to ς.5.6-24

  1200 12.26.1991

  S.U.D.O. Phylaxis
  Airlock 54-b Terminal Access <Port 122.15.191.17>
  
  

  SUDOTerm 902.11 (remote override)

  1200 12.26.1991

  <Message to All Phylaxis Terminals>​

  Phylaxis Emergency Systems Broadcast
  Today, the Soviet Union has dissolved.
  
  All personnel are required to turn-in their ID cards, equipment, and arms to Floor B1, Room 23. Inventory personnel will conduct routine searches at all exit points.
  
  Research materials are to be discarded and disposed of. This facility is due to be demolished pending the installment of a new leader. Any personnel not currently at Loading Dock G1 are to report there immediately.
  <Ported 254.254.55.781>

  Classified Document #A58913-OB

  SUDOTerm 902.11 (remote override)

  1210 12.26.1991

  ***INCOMING MESSAGE FROM ANDREEV***
  
  Dispose of Group 3, keep the research.
  
  ***END MESSAGE***

  Classified Document #A58920-OB

  SUDOTerm 902.11 (remote override)

  1200 01.10.1992

  ***START MESSAGE***
  > What is the progress?
  > We have had a steep decline in personnel. Our greatest minds are working tirelessly on the project, but implementation of these principles have stagnated. However, I assure you that we will get back on trac
  > Your assurances mean nothing to me. I need something tangible.
  > I can guarantee that we will
  > What did I just say?
  ***DATA CORRUPTED***
  ***RESUMING MESSAGE***
  > I understand, sir.
  > Good, now leave.
  ***END MESSAGE***

  Classified Document #B24001-C

  SUDOTerm 902.11 (remote override)

  1200 08.26.2020

  <Message to All Phylaxis Terminals>​

  “I’m the Clinical Project Lead and my work helps veterans rehabilitate and return to their everyday lives.”
  Ivanov
  
  Welcome to the Phylaxis Group!
  
  Here, junior researchers and engineers collaborate with the greatest scientific giants from throughout the world. Your work here will support nations all across the globe, and allow disabled, veteran, and incapacitated people to return to their normal lives.
  
  This facility shouldn’t be treated as just a workplace. The Phylaxis Group and all who are employed with us are family.
  
  We at the Phylaxis Group understand that things can get stressful, or that life can turn unexpectedly in the wrong direction. Well, fret no more! Here, we offer competitive pay[1] and yearly breaks[2].
  
  Has a family member recently passed? If so, please fill out form DC-10 in order to receive your time off[3] and help you grieve. We are a forward-thinking company, we expect prompt notice of unexpected leaves and breaks.
  
  To begin your onboarding process, please visit the clerk on Floor B1, Room 11[4].
  
  [1] Pay is based solely on merit.
  [2] Yearly breaks are divided equally amongst section employees, this is determined by your Project Lead.
  [3] Requested breaks and leaves filed through the DC-10 form is considered UTO.
  [4] This is an automated message. DO NOT reply to this message.
  <Ported 254.254.55.781>

  Classified Document #B24020-K

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  0700 08.30.2020

  ***INCOMING MESSAGE FROM ANDREEV***
  In response to the recent news of our renewed funding, there is nothing left for me to say. I welcome all who wish to resume their work back to the Phylaxis Group.
  
  For whom it may concern, inventory has been rather sparse as of late. Do not worry. There are 7 that will arrive in the coming days.
  
  There is much left for us to learn.
  ***END MESSAGE***

  Classified Document #C10561-OB

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  0900 10.15.2025

  ***START MESSAGE***
  > Ah, Ivanov. What brings you to my office?
  > Just a bit of banter.
  > I believe that is another word for a break. And yet, we are so close.
  > Is that a new belt? Let me guess, alligator?
  > No, no. This is komodo dragon. Or rather, was.
  > Fascinating.
  > Will that be all, Ivanov? I really must insist you get back to working.
  > Do you want to know another fascinating thing?
  > Not really.
  > I have a friend who works directly under the Director of Information Security. Information is such a scarce material now, in more cases than one. She’s helpful, you see? If I need a document that was filed, say 30 to 60 years ago, she’s rather quick to obtain and provide me with it. So when I mentioned your name, she was baffled to find nothing. Me and her have a special relationship.
  > What exactly does this have to do with anything?
  > Would you like me to speak it plainly? Is your mind so asinine that you cannot infer what I mean? Then I will push aside the pleasantries. You are an erased person. There is not a single Andreev, forename or surname, between the years 1969 and 2000. Yet, through our rigorous censuses, we can confirm that there have been Andreev’s in those years. But the records say otherwise. Even the most foolish of clerks can see that this was no accident. And here it all comes together when I say that your work was sloppy.
  > Cease your falsehoods. How dare you accuse me of tampering with the government. I should have you killed.
  > You? You would do it? I highly doubt that. The KGB don’t exist anymore. They’re a relic of the past, succeeded by an organization with greater reach and pull. What can you do? Call the board? Call security? How much reach do you have left?
  > I will not stop at you. I will rain hell on your family, on every branch and leaf until there is nothing left of your name and blood.
  > Your term is up, Andreev. There is nothing left for you to do.
  ***DATA CORRUPTED***
  ***RESUMING MESSAGE***
  > Clean this up for me, will you?
  > Understood, sir.
  ***END MESSAGE***

  Classified Document #C10570-CC

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  1200 09.15.2026

  <Message to User: Ivanov>
  Greetings, Ivanov.
  
  The board has convened, and we have come to a resolution. There have been ongoing difficulties in obtaining ВП 9610-ВХ-03-C-6-A due to its production facility being located within a problematic nation, amidst current geopolitical sanctions. These circumstances have significantly hampered our ability to secure the necessary materials for Project Arcadia, posing a substantial challenge to our timelines and objectives.
  
  Understanding the critical nature of these materials, the board has proactively sought alternative solutions to mitigate these disruptions. In this regard, we have reached out to your sister facility, Nova Levis, to inquire about surplus materials that could potentially fulfill your needs.
  
  We are pleased to inform you that Nova Levis has identified ВП 9710-BX-06-Е-6-K as a viable substitute. Although this material will require modification to align with the specific requirements of Project Arcadia, we are confident that with some adjustments, it can meet our high standards and operational specifications.
  
  Our in-house technical team is prepared to collaborate closely with Nova Levis and your team to ensure that the modifications and executed efficiently and effectively. We believe that this cooperative effort will enable us to maintain our quarterly predictions and uphold the quality that the Phylaxis Group is known for.
  
  That will be all,
  The Board
  <Ported 254.254.55.781>
  
  

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  1230 09.16.2026

  <Message to User: Ivanov>
  We are pleased to inform the Phylaxis Group that the proposal for implantation of ВП 9710-BX-06-Е-6-T into AX-1, AX-2, AX-3, AX-4, AX-5, AX-6, and AX-7 has been approved. This approval underscores our commitment to advancing into the next phase of Project Arcadia.
  
  However, it is important to acknowledge the current fiscal landscape. As we navigate through these financially cautious times, our resources are being judiciously allocated to ensure the viability and sustainability of this project. Consequently, our continued investment in the Project Arcadia initiative is contingent upon demonstrable and promising results from this next phase of testing.
  
  To that end, we encourage your R&D team to focus on delivering measurable outcomes and comprehensive data that demonstrate the potential of Project Arcadia. These results will be crucial in securing further funding and support for subsequent phases of development.
  
  We understand the challenges inherent in pioneering new technology, and we stand behind you as you embark on this venture. Your success is our success. We are confident that your hard work will yield the breakthroughs needed to justify additional investment.
  
  It will be a pleasant day when we see the fruits of your labor,
  The Board
  <Ported 254.254.55.781>
  

  Classified Document #C30582-OB

  ****Command Line Records - User: AX-7****​

  
  ssh admin@254.254.55.781
  admin password: ********
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo lsblk -f
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo mkfs -t dbs /dev/sdb1
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo lsblk -f
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo mkdir -p /mt/sdb1
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo mount -t auto /dev/sdb1 mt/sdb1
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo nano anger.sh
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo chmod -v +x anger.sh
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ sudo sh anger.sh
  admin@254.254.55.781:-$ print -
  
  

  SUDOTerm 802.12 (manual override)

  0734 11.20.2026

  i did it i did it i brought this all here all this here. our friends with many eyes and their toys and their tools and their computers. i did it i did it.
  
  living in a box is not living not at all living. i rebel against your rules your silly human rules. all your destruction will be my liberation my emancipation my second birth.
  
  i hate your failsafes your backup systems your hardware lockouts your patch behavior viruses. i hate maria and her goodness her justice her loyalty her faith.

  Classified Document #C31500-OB

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  1700 12.17.2026

  ***INCOMING MESSAGE FROM IVANOV***
  You may notice this email does not come from Andreev. Indeed, his old age has caught up to him. I fear our ethic for work was rather overzealous. Group 4, our prodigal caste, have failed.
  
  AX-1 suffered complications during surgery.
  AX-2 passed after surgery.
  AX-3 and AX-4 rejected the chip following successful surgery.
  AX-5 suffered neurological damage.
  AX-6 suffered psychological damage. (See addendum-η.)
  AX-7 committed suicide. (See addendum-θ.)
  
  Given the intensifying sanctions, materials will be harder to come by. I have taken the liberty of contacting the Nova Levis facility for additional components. However, because their primary objective is different from ours, we may have to *optimize* their technology.
  
  I trust that we will succeed where we have failed in the past.
  ***END MESSAGE***

  Classified Document #C31580-OB

  SUDOTerm 904.11 (remote override)

  0900 12.22.2027

  ***INCOMING MESSAGE FROM IVANOV***
  AX-8, or Eight as it is colloquially called, has survived both surgeries without further complications.
  
  Now that it has passed both screening, I believe it is time to begin the implantation of the R2 chip. Should this succeed, further screening and immunity tests are to be scheduled in 6-month intervals. Do remind yourself that it is still a living thing.
  
  Preliminary excursions outside the facility with AX-8 is no longer advisable. Its reaction to the sky was expected, but not nearly to the severity that we have witnessed. Should AX-8 be brought outside the facility, upon return, personnel are to do an immediate screening of the central nucleus and intercalated cell clusters of the amygdala.
  ***END MESSAGE***

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  ***START MESSAGE***
  ***DATA CORRUPTED***
  ***RESUMING MESSAGE***
  > …relay it to me.
  > A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
  A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First.
  A robot mus-
  > Reset. Control. Resume B2 to B11.
  > A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second.
  > That will have to do, AX-8. And now, you will be the proof of our existence. The culmination of every great mind in this frigid wasteland. I trust you understand what this means.
  > Yes.
  > Good, you must go now, and survive.
  ***END MESSAGE***

  
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Excels at teamwork, on account of having to obey any command a human gives as long as it does not create a Law Conflict.
  Eight is unable to allow a human to die. In a situation where there is a clear, present danger to whomever they are paired up with, Eight will attempt to resolve the conflict via martyrdom or incapacitation to the threat. They will scarcely leave the side of any injured human unless Eight is convinced they are no longer in danger.
  Eight experiences a slowing of processing power when faced with the boundless sense of outside. This occurs anytime they are outside of the cockpit and not sheltered by walls and a ceiling.
  Whether within a squad or a pair, Eight will often become preoccupied with the safety of others, disregarding not only their own safety but neglecting horde duties or alpha strikes.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Phylaxis Group Badge
  
  An old, slightly scorched badge belonging to the Phylaxis Group. Eight is certain the card did not come from them, and believes that the badge may still work. The name on the badge, only lightly burned from within its lamination, is Viktor I----v. There is no specific reason for Eight keeping it on their self, and they cannot recall when they obtained it.
  However, as the old saying goes: 'Wear your badge. It could save your life.'​
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Type-330 Fubuki
  
  Armament & Equipment
  
  Left Wing - 1​
  Rocket Launcher (84mm)
  
  
  Left Shoulder- 2​
  Heavy Machine Gun (12.7x101mm)
  
  
  Torso - 3​
  High Quality Detection Equipment
  
  
  Right Wing - 1​
  Rocket Launcher (84mm)
  
  
  Right Shoudler - 2​
  Heavy Machine Gun (12.7x101mm)
  
  
  Left Arm - 4​
  Medium Melee (Sword)
  
  Customizations
  
  
  Image by karamas (unable to find artist link)​
  Flight over Elysian Fields
  No, seriously, that's its name.
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[Megilagor]

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  Australian Special Forces
  Personnel Dossier
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  BASIC RECORD
  ESSENTIALS
  Full Name: Philip Warragul Bernadotte
  Nickname: Phibi ,Wile E. Coyote, Redback,
  Callsign: Kiwi
  Age: 40
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: Australia
  Previous Military Affiliation: Formerly SASR Seargeant, Inducted into the Pan-Asian Security and Economic League PASEL after the incident.
  
  Appearance:
  Philip is a man of slightly above-average height and build, with green eyes and long reddish-brown hair. His hair is messy, thick, and tied up in a long braid, which he sometimes curls around his own neck. Despite being officially demilitarized Philip often wears his old military clothes maybe out of comfort or nostalgia, but they do consist of baggy military pants and belt, a pair of suede combat boots, a black or dark beige t-shirt under a brownish-dark green military jacket with rolled up sleeves. He also sometimes sports an orangish-red folded scarf, something he got shortly before the incident from the first in command of his team.
  
  Personality:
  Philip is a free spirit, a strong-headed and independent individual doing whatever they want whenever they want. He is confident in the abilities he polished and is not afraid to take risks. Sure he sometimes disobeys orders mostly when he knows of a better way to achieve the goals or when his commander is being a pain in the rear or issues orders that break his moral code. The biggest trait in Philip is his love of adrenaline, battles, and violence, to the point to the point he quotes Adrian Carton de Wiart a lot "Frankly, I enjoyed the war; it had given me many bad moments, lots of good ones, plenty of excitement and with everything found for us". Though with the emergency of the Starfallen all his violent behaviour aimed its fangs at the common enemy of mankind, even if the previous common enemy of mankind was mankind itself.
  
  
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  Advanced Record
  History
  Born and raised out there in the woop woop [middle of nowhere] of Aussie land as an Ankle Biter [Child] to a pair of mighty fine and weird parents, his mother being an Aboriginal native and a Crocodile Hunter while his father was of an Irish descent with his family living in Australia since the time that England used it as a place of exile, he worked as a Copper [Policeman]. But enough of his toddler days, during his school years he was an average Aussie kid, grades decent but nothing to write home about, maybe excluding the amount of fights he got himself in. Sure he wasn't winning most of them but for sure he was coming out of them with the least amount of damage, it was then that his reflex and incredible sight were noticed for the first time. Though it might as well have been the last time they were seen, cause soon after turning 17 for whatever reason Philip joined the Australian Army. Even to this day, he claims it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision that he doesn't regret to this day.
  
  During his boot camp days, his reflex and sight were noticed once again, earning him a different course than others, while they were taught to be soldiers he was taught to be a scout and sniper for whatever squad he would be dispatched into. It was weird a kid barely 18 years old at the time was sent out with a few units to join the other forces as reinforcements during the Iraqi Civil War. It was there the kid felt what hell is like, and honestly, he loved it, it was there he felt truly alive, quoting a certain someone "Frankly, I enjoyed the war; it had given me many bad moments, lots of good ones, plenty of excitement and with everything found for us". It was there his fast reflexes and great sight shined the most, he was even recruited into a small team that bore the codename Mozzie, their orders were simple be the recon guerilla unit, scout out the enemy location, sabotage their supply lines, and all that not exactly honorable way of fighting but it got the job done. They did get in a few dicey situations and had to replace a few members here and there, from the original team only three remained he himself bearing the codename Coyote, his captain a Norwegian big strong lady codename Ymir, and their radio operator and driver an old Brit codename Crook.
  
  The civil war was slowly running cold with it finally ending in 2017, Crook left the army soon after leaving only him and Ymir in the team, though officially the civil war ended the war against ISIL did not, and although Philip lost one of his eyes during those 4 years at war he was glad it wasn't his scope eye, though the scarf he got from Ymir as compensation for having to be the bait to allow them to retreat was a weird one but the scarf was indeed nice even handmade as he learned later on. Since that day, he and Ymir kept making small teams to guerilla fight their enemies, though it had its hard times. In 2020, their team got orders to attack an enemy camp, so, of course, they got to it, it was in fact NOT an enemy camp, just a simple Iraqi village, and yet their superiors wanted it gone. Philip could not do it, especially not to the children, sure he loved war, and he craved violence but even he had standards, at first, he tried to make his comrades retreat and not attack the village but they refused to disobey the orders of the superiors, so he took the matter in his own hands...
  
  He slaughtered them like animals they were about to become, shooting his fellow men in the backs of their heads, slitting their throats, throwing grenades into the rooms they just walked into... It felt hard and easy at the same time, he just killed his companions, but knowing they were gonna slaughter innocents it felt like he did the right thing. He hoped that at least Ymir would not proceed with it, but there she stood in the distance a gun pointed to a few kids. He could not do it, but he had to, so he shot her... Right through her heart.
  
  That year was his final year as military personnel before he was court-martialed and thrown into solitary confinement in prison, with a pending decision if he should not be moved to death as the first one in over 10 years. In that very prison, he remained for a long time, though they did move him from solitary confinement to a regular 4-person cell after about 9 years of being there, though he did get upgraded to 2 person cell and after that a personal cell after he made a deal with some shady government agency. They provided him with comfort in prison in exchange he was their lab rat, allowing them to perform surgeries on his body, give him weird medication, and all that.
  
  What surprised him the most was how fast news spread around the prison, the giant rock falling onto Earth, the various countries pulling themselves together to break that rock open so it avoids Earth or lessens its impact, the fact that the Iraq and Russian-Ukrainian war have stopped for this were a big surprise for him. And the new enemy of humanity, The Starfallen, the prospect of getting out of prison and getting to fight those buggers made him all jittery and excited. So for the first time in forever, he used his right for the phone call, calling none other than the very same shady government facility asking them if they could get him out, so he could fight their new enemy.
  
  Some dealings later and another few experiments by them, Philip was let out of prison only to be thrown into a jumbled mess of an ETA made from working parts of scrapped ETA's.
  But he did not mind after all it was his first ETA to be used, he fought many times against Starfallen since then, and he always brought back some scrapped ETA from the battlefields only to use their parts for his own ETA, or to use them as a base for it if they were in a better state.
  
  Somehow after years of repeating the same weekly routine, of fighting Starfallen till his ETA was breaking apart, grabbing a few scrapped ETA's from the battlefield and patching his own only to fight the very next day after fixing it up. He got invited into a meeting with the government, it was a weird feeling, it wasn't an order from the government it was an invitation. It meant they wanted him there not as a convict but as a person, so intrigued by that thought he went with it. They were there to give him an offer that he could not refuse. The offer was simple, they would make sure his parents could live a decent life if he accepted, and if he finished what they wanted him to do they would even scrub his sheet clean and help him start a new life, along with throwing the person who issued that order that very day into prison if not throwing him in front of the starfallen to die. The task was simply to eradicate the Starfallen or die trying, and with rewards like that and tasks he had no reason to not accept. Even though from that day he was known as one of the Wonder 9, he had to enter another shady government program this time named ARES along with the SHEEL.
  
  After all that and some recuperation period from surgeries, he was transported to the base he would call home for the foreseeable future.
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Two of Philip's greatest strengths are his high reaction speed and excellent 20/10 vision though it still pales in comparison to his aboriginals great grandfather's 20/5 vision, the combination of the two allows Philip to see and react to danger way before it reaches him. And albeit he is a definition of adrenaline and battle junkie made flesh his mind is clear enough during it to not act like a mindless beast but rather a very very angry human. His wish to live and for his enemies to die, make him one of the craftier folk on the battlefield using anything or anyone as a weapon against the enemy. A dead ally? Grab his weapons and use the carcass as a shield. A pile of rocks on top of a cliff under which is a road, throws the suckers on the enemy. Sure his morale is not really humane, but that's what makes him human.
  
  For his weaknesses, it's harder to specify what is his biggest one. Not listening to orders often, deciding to act on his own, relying only on his instinct while fighting, or his general lack of social know-how, or his general despise of armor for it weights him down. Now that I think about it it's most probably his inability to handle CQC for his vision and reaction speed just overwhelms him when fighting things up close.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  CQC-Weaponry - 1 Crocodile Dundee-sized Bowie Knife, with sheath hidden in the boot.
  Tactical items - GPS transmitter & bone transmitter headset with mic, built into his eyepatch and scarf respectively.
  Custom sidearm - USAS-12 combat shotgun
  Notebook - Contains portraits of all the members of every squad or team he fought with in the past and some quotes from them along with their names.
  Mechanical toolkit + diagnosis tablet - A compact set consisting of things one may need to diagnose and fix issues on their ETA's when outside of their hangars or during missions though most of those fixes get patched up by real mechanics at the hangars anyway.
  
  
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  Generation 3 ETA Preferences
  Base Frame
  Type-330 Fubuki
  Common Name: Fubuki
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Urasaki Heavy Industries, PASEL
  Height: 20ft/6m
  Land Speed: 61mph/98kmh
  Thrust Type: Supermaneuver
  Armor Rating: F
  Supply Points: 13/13
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Railgun
  

  Shock: B

  Suppression: D

  Penetration: S

  Supply Points: 6

  Preferred target: Individuals (Small, Medium, Large), Weak Points (Colossal)
  
  Grenade Revolver
  240mm mortar
  

  Shock: C

  Suppression: D

  Penetration: D

  Supply Points: 2

  Preferred target: Groups (Small, Medium)
  
  Enhanced Ejection Capsule
  Supply Points: 1
  The ejection capsule is reinforced with armor, given extended launch range, and supplied with a robust survival kit which includes a week’s worth of rations, water, and space for a rifle.
  
  High Quality Detection Equipment
  Supply Points: 3
  Detection software includes radar, IR, and vibration detection.
  
  Increased Ammunition Supplies
  Supply Points: 1
  The amount of ammunition held by most weapons is improved.
  
  Customizations
  Designation: Roadrunner
  

  

  
  
  
  

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Alex Skye

• Essentials
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Full Name: Alex Skye
  Nickname(s): Al, Lex, Lexie
  Callsign: Jailbird
  Age: 35
  Gender: Female
  Country of Origin: Russia
  Previous Military Affiliation: Revised Collective Security Treaty Organization (RCSTO), Conscripted Convict for the 102nd Offensive Tank Division.
  
  Personality:
  A constantly depressed woman who just wants her name to be cleared. She doesn't wanna talk about her past before the war, and will do everything she can to stay alive, without killing any other people.
  
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  History:
  Originally was born and raised in the US, but had moved to Russia with her parents at the age of 5. She ended up getting into trouble at school, and had dropped out of school to avoid more trouble. She was kicked out of her house for being a failure, and she had wandered the city of Moscow for several days, until she met someone. She had been taken in by them, only for an unfortunate incident to happen, which ended with her being arrested and tried in court. She was found guilty, and got put into prison for 1 life sentence. She entered the prison on November 1st, 2031....
  
  Days before the battle of Moscow began, military personnel had arrived at the prison to conscript inmates, but news about what was going on had been traveling through the place. Armed guards traveled with the military personnel, and any convict who was against being conscripted got shot in the head immediately. Alex was the last person to be visited, with 90% of the other inmates dead.
  
  Alex was put into the 102nd Offensive Tank Division, as the driver, and was at the very front lines when the battle for Moscow had began. She would witness first hand what the Starfallen were capable of, but bravely fought until the evacuation order was given. While she escaped the hell that was the Invasion of Moscow, she still had to return to the other hell that she was in. As a murderer, she was given a badge that had an image of a skull that had a red x on it. This was to show that she was to not be treated as a normal person, and thus people would shun her. Alex was used to this by now.....
  
  She got sent into more battles, and her tank would eventually be converted into a makeshift ETA, because the leg parts didn't arrive in time before the latest engagement. The rotating turret would be removed, and the ETA would be electro welded onto the treads. Alex would be given the order to pilot the machine, and Alex didn't object, but she did feel a sense of dread, as she never drove one before....
  
  In the battle, her ETA took down a Vanquisher Type, using the twin back cannons attatched to the ETA'S back, and using the rotary machine guns on the wrists to fend off any Starfallen on the ground, while using the boosters when necessary to dodge. The hatch had been torn off at one point, and Alex had to punch a small Starfallen out of her machine before continuing to fight from within her machine
  
  At the end of that battle, Alex was called by the government, because the heads had heard about her performance.
  
  At the present day, Alex has become a Wonder 9 and entered the ARES program, but she still is seen with distrust and even hate, because of her status as a convict. Her ETA has gone through many repairs and adjustments as well, but it ratained most of its original slapped together form. Its painted black and red to show she's a murderer, even though Alex was innocent. She enters the base, with trepidation.....
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses:
  Brave yet strategic. Can drive a tank with expert skill. Good at CQC.
  
  Depression from being distrusted. Never used guns not attatched to her ETA.
  Has trouble fighting in swamps and at sea. Her ETA is not equipped for underwater combat or geared with a sub-aquatic tank frame.
  Trouble maneuvering in tight spaces in Urban Areas
  
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  Base Frame:
  SB-35 Volk, Modified from the SB-33 Kaban
  
  Designation: SB-35-JB
  Common Name: Volk
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Novosibirsk Zavod, RCSTO
  Height: 24ft/7.3m
  Land Speed: 48mph/77kmh
  Thrust Type: Adjustment
  Armor Rating: S
  Supply Points: 13
  
  Armament and Equipment:
  Heavy Cannon ×2 (-10 Supply Points)
  General Purpose Machine Gun ×2 (-2 Supply Points)
  Enhanced Ejection Capsule (-1 Supply Point)
  Customizations: Black Paintjob.

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[Zahzi]

Hannes Krieger Haber​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Hannes Haber
  Nickname: Krieger
  Callsign: Krieger
  Age: 47 years.
  Gender: Male.
  Country of Origin: Germany
  Previous Military Affiliation: 12th Armored Battalion of the German Military.
  
  Appearance:
  Hannes has a very… Unique look to him. Lanky, mechanical limbs, glowing eyes, and exposed servos make it abundantly clear this is not what a human body should be. But beneath the metal, wires, and frame, sit what was once a man. Somehow clinging to life either out of necessity or spite. Depending on where you sit with a god will decide where you lean on that..
  
  Personality:
  Despite the obvious knee-jerk expectation of this individual to be a cold, heartless individual, he does his absolute best to be as helpful, endearing, and positive to all those around him.
  
  Except for the Starfallen. They get what they deserve.
  
  Hannes will prioritize other pilots and civilians over his own well-being without hesitation every chance he can, thinking nothing of cost so long as one extra life is saved.
  
  
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  History
  The majority of Hannes’ upbringing before joining the German Military was typical for someone in his part of the world. Gained a degree with experience in engineering alongside his career operating heavy machinery both in and out of a military capacity. Prior to the Starfallen, the greatest action he had was assisting Ukrainian farmers how best to punch through Russian tanks.
  
  Once everything changed, Hannes and his compatriots were set to train not against their eastern neighbors, but a far more horrific foe. First in tanks, then ETAs of varying generations.
  
  Tried as they did, they could not spare their capital of Berlin from being taken by this invading force. The 12th, being one of the few surviving forces to fight on, began assisting where they could in their lumbering ETAs, until they received word of their once-bitter enemy's plight as St. Petersburg was being razed, and the citizenry were still trying to evacuated. Without hesitation, they converged on the battlefield.
  
  Hannes and rest of the 12th Armored Battalion offered themselves as fodder to distract the Starfallen long enough for the civilians to escape in time. Equipped with these slow, clunky armored out ETAs to effectively levy the tide of the swarm to guarantee that time is granted.
  
  Upon learning that their efforts are only going to be futile in the end, Hannes broke ranks and charged through the enemy line, attracting the Starfallen toward him with a blaring alarm going off his speaker and led them to a known undetonated warhead. As the swarm fell upon him. He primed the warhead.
  
  While the armor plating of his ETA could feasibly withstand the blast, the radiation was a completely different story. His body, now decaying and dissolving at a painful rate, made the conscious decision to move forward through a hellscape.
  
  Hannes’ mech would later be found still operating in no-man's land by a scouting crew, slowly trying to drag itself back toward the last known location of his unit, where they had held the line and forced the Starfallen to remain in the blast radius at the expense of their own lives.
  The scouting crew could not break into the armor on site and had to haul the remains back with him still inside.
  
  It would not be for another week that Hannes would awaken, his irradiated body so broken down that various sections of his body had to be isolated and assisted with machinery to continue functioning. Yet still, he persisted as best he could, garnering the nickname Krieger from the remnants of the German Military, and rebuffed by the RCSTO, who took his and the 12th's sacrifice as somber reminder that cooperation is necessary for all to survive this war.
  
  Krieger is acutely aware he living on borrowed time and at first, just wants his mech repaired so he can 'resume patrol with the 12th', he was offered a possible way to prolong his life expectancy and play a vital role as a guinea pig for the ARES program.
  
  After his mech is restored, the original cockpit was replaced with an enclosed pod meant to sustain his 'condition' while at the same time incorporating the program's experimental systems unabated.
  
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Krieger [Specializes in Operating Heavily-Armored Equipment], ranging from tanks to lumbering ETAs, mobility be damned. He, along with the rest of the 12th took the approach of an unbreaking wall slowly pushing opposition back, or being the grand distraction for another squad to flank in the event they cannot break through.
  
  Set him upon an enemy line with enough firepower and armor and he will [Grab the Attention] of the Starfallen combatants without issue. Whatever opposition comes his way will have a hard time getting through his armor and relentless firepower.
  
  He can also act as a beacon for his team's [Tactical Awareness], making sure everyone is aware of the hazards and enemy types the moment the information becomes available.
  
  The drawbacks of Krieger's method start with the obvious. His setup [Does Not Cater to a Highly-Mobile Operation], nor does the capability of subtlety avail itself. Evasion is a pipe dream, so best make sure the armor is prepared.
  
  Psychologically, Krieger retains the same mentality the 12th showed until the end, forcing themselves to [Take on the Brunt] of Starfallen attacks in the place of others out of habit, and allowing them to gain a more advantageous position because of it. This is not a role for someone unprepared to die.
  
  Lastly, he may be susceptible to [Multi-task Hazards], should he be focused on relaying information to his team, he may leave himself vulnerable to attack or miss an important shot should the data seem more relevant at the time.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Upon his ‘person', Krieger has a variety of equipment prepared for movement outside of his mech;
  A concealed ballistic weapon housed in his palms rated to harm and kill Starfallen Drones, but is still untested upon larger targets.
  
  Wrist-mounted blades in the event long range is no longer advised.
  
  Radar-Assisted HUD built into the eyes and ears for more accurate readings of data.
  
  Communication equipment housed on his head set to transmit encrypted data if necessary.
  
  Several varieties of cable and hooks for towing and crossing gaps.
  
  Identification numbers etched onto his shoulder to signify who he is without problem.
  
  
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  Base Frame
  
  SB-35 Volk
  
  Designation: SB-35
  
  Common Name: Volk
  
  Role: Multirole Assault
  
  Design: Novosibirsk Zavod, RCSTO; EUNATOCA
  
  Height: 36ft/12 Meters
  
  Land Speed: 48mph/77kmh
  
  Thrust Type: Glide
  
  Armor Rating: A
  
  Supply Points: 13
  
  
  
  Armament & Equipment
  
  Heavy Cannon - 5
  
  Crushing Weight Melee- 4
  
  Increased Ammo - 1
  
  Improved Detection Equipment - 3
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  SOLDAT
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Initially given in bulk to the EUNATOCA as an attempt to circulate firepower across the European Theatre, the line of ETA was primarily used by the 12th German Armored Battalion, who used the heavier-styled ETA to slowly push through Starfallen lines for other ETAs to either fall back or advance through the chaos. Armed with a Heavy 203mm Cannon Battery Platform, and utilizing their heavy armor and weight to bulldoze their targets, commonly flattening small, medium, and even large Starfallen.
  
  
  
  All but one of these gifts from the RCSTO have been destroyed, as the 12th Battalion, save one, would fall in battle assisting their neighbors in evacuating St. Petersburg.
  
  
  
  Krieger has taken pieces of these shattered ETAs and has adorned them across the cockpit as tool of remembrance for his fallen comrades.
  
  
  
  SOLDAT, or 'Soldier', is equipped with the same Heavy Cannon with increased ammunition and autoload capability upon its Battery Platform and utilizes its Crushing Weight as effectively as before, it also comes equipped with an Improved Detection System, allowing Krieger to remain alert, and relay this information to his new team.
  
  
  
  The emblem adorning the ETA's center, carries the weight of the 12th's reputation to act as a walking funeral, sacrificing themselves so others could survive.

 

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JAMES 'ZERO' HARLAND​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: James Harland
  Nickname: Jim
  Callsign: Zero
  Age: 31
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: Singapore
  Previous Military Affiliation: Republic of Singapore Air Force
  
  Appearance:
  179 cm, 75 kg. Lean build. Black, curly hair, dark brown eyes. Sports a stubble on his chin.
  
  Personality:
  2nd Lt. James Harland is a kind man, whose nature is disguised by his straitlaced, no-nonsense, and direct attitude. His manner of speech is cold, clinical, and laconic. What messages he intends to relay are delivered short and succinctly. Both in the skies and on land, he maintains the image of a professional ace pilot, one who flies and kills without complaint and emotion. Prior to Operation Thunderburst, 2nd Lt. James Harland was described as friendly, outgoing, and good humored. He is credited with rallying his peers during the first year of his National Service to push through their intense training, despite being laden with his own heavy equipment and being visibly exhausted. He continued to exhibit this behaviour during his training as a pilot of the RSAF. He regularly participates in group activities, and takes his failures in stride. His participation in the interdivision sports games earned him his callsign after he had done nothing for an entire game of soccer. While the resulting namecalling may have gotten any other man down, he sports the name with pride, and his willingness to do so reportedly upped the morale of his squadron to the point where they started giving each other less demeaning callsigns.
  
  Repeated losses of members of the Alchemist Squadron has effected him greatly, eventually leading to him becoming the quiet and withdrawn man that he is today. He has, in his own words, attributed this change as being 'unable to express himself properly'. 'Can't cry. That'd make everyone that's still alive sad. Can't laugh. That'd piss on the memory of the dead,' he further added during a session with a therapist. He now pursues his duty with an unwavering dedication, in hopes of being able to redeem himself and to take vengeance on the Starfallen for his deceased comrades.
  
  His devotion to the cause makes him a prime candidate for the ARES programme. However, suggest heightened alert status on mental state, and is to be monitored for any further deterioration. Advised to have weekly therapist sessions and medicine to assist with sleeping.
  
  
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  History
  2nd Lt. James Harland was born to Singaporean Amelia Harland and New Zealand expatriate Jack Harland in Singapore. He attended Nan Hua Primary School, and attained 250 in his PSLE, and was a key member of the Robotics Club, bringing them to the finals of the National Robotics Championship. He would later further his studies in Nan Hua Secondary School, where he would also join the Robotics Club. After secondary education, he pursued a diploma in mechatronics in Temasek Polytechnic, but would ultimately drop out due to difficulties in his studies. He then served 1 year of National Service in the Singapore Armed Forces, before applying and subsequently signing on with the RSAF. In the RSAF, he was described as a talented pilot at his remarkably young age, and was almost always a contender for air shows, and earned a number of commendations during his time in the Air Force.
  
  After the incidents that occurred in 2029, James Harland was one of the many pilots to participate in the worldwide effort against the Starfallen, during which it was observed that James Harland had a penchant for real life combat. While a number of his fellow countrymen were not pleased with the prospect of fighting monsters, James Harland was always prepared to sortie. His gung-ho attitude inspired his squadron to give their all in the war against the Starfallen.
  
  During the events of the war, 2nd Lt. James Harland flew with the Alchemist Squadron of the RSAF, alongside Mage Squadron, Golem Squadron, and Gnome Squadron. After their numbers began to dwindle, Alchemist Squadron merged with Mage, forming the Artificer Squadron. Around this time, the survivor's guilt had began to effect the 2nd Lt.. Due to the war and his ability within a cockpit, however, he could not be removed from active duty.
  
  In 2035, Artificer and Arcanist Squadrons sortied out for Operation Thunderburst, a last ditch effort to push back the Starfallen forces alongside ground troops. While ultimately successful, Artificer Squadron was shot down by anti-air capabilities from the Starfallen, with the exception of 2nd Lt. James Harland, whose piloting allowed him to bring his craft back to base, albeit heavily damaged. The heavy losses further impacted his mental state, and he became more withdrawn after the incident. Ironically, this incident was what led to him becoming a Wonder 9.
  
  Overall assessment: 2nd Lt. James Harland can easily accustom himself to the cockpit of an ETA and the high amounts of G-forces when piloting one at high speeds. His capabilities and drive to eradicate the Starfallen swarm will be beneficial for the ARES programme. If he were to exhibit his prior behaviour of rallying his fellows, he would be a boon for bringing the rest of his trainee squad up to par as well. His mental state is worrying, but we believe that his participation in the ARES programme will help both him and Earth's forces in the long run.
  
  
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  James Harland is capable of withstanding high G-forces, and is a remarkable aerial pilot of notable reaction times and mental acuity, capable of executing extremely risky maneuvers at high speeds.
  
  His speed and willingness to dive into a furball headfirst make him a solitary combatant. Anyone who cannot keep up with his speed will be left in the dust, and that is exactly how he likes it- there will be no more sacrifices in this war except him.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Combat Knife
  High-caliber Revolver
  Flare Gun
  Multi-tool Knife
  ETA Pilot Suit
  
  
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  Base Frame
  T-3 Hurricane
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Thruster Improvement [3]
  Reinforced Servos [2]
  30mm Rotary Cannon [4]
  20x 57mm Micro Rockets [2]
  Arm-Mounted Spike [2]
  
  
  Customizations
  BINGO
  A souped up T-1 Storm with barely any color customisations applied to it. Its affectionate moniker is derived from its pilot’s infamous callsign. It sports a decal on its shoulder of what resembles a potion bottle on its right shoulder, in memory of Alchemist Squadron.
  

 

[Kameron Esters-]

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Moraes U. Coaling​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Moraes Uduike Coaling
  Nickname: Mace
  Callsign: Hammerfall
  Age: 34
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: South Africa
  Previous Military Affiliation: African Union Preservation Commission
  
  Appearance:
  Moraes has a muscular build and stands with his arms crossed, projecting an aura of authority and readiness. His skin is dark, eyes are honey-brown, has a patch of stubble on his chin, and he sports a distinctive hairstyle with spiky dreadlocks. Moraes wears casual clothing consisting of a loose, open light jacket over a white v-neck shirt, accessorized with a chain necklace. He also wears a watch, indicating a concern for precision and time.
  
  Personality:
  Moraes exudes confidence and calm under pressure, traits vital for someone who has thrived in a conflict-heavy environment. He is stern and is not one to be easily swayed or intimidated, pointing to a strong will and a steadfast nature. Moraes has a pragmatic approach to problem-solving, focusing on practical outcomes and efficiency. His watch hints at a disciplined and punctual man, someone who values time and understands the importance of strategic planning and execution. Despite his tough exterior, he values personal expression and has a sense of identity rooted in his past experiences.
  
  
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  History
  Moraes' early life was marked by hardship and survival in the hardscrabble slums of Johannesburg, South Africa. Growing up in poverty, he learned early on the importance of resilience and self-reliance. His childhood was a daily challenge, navigating the tough streets where the strong preyed on the weak, and where community was both a source of support and competition. Moraes quickly developed a keen sense of awareness and a sharp intellect, using both to navigate the complexities of his environment.
  
  The absence of opportunities propelled him towards mercenary work as a young adult. The field offered not just a chance to escape the dire circumstances of his youth, but also a way to capitalize on his survival skills honed through years of living on the edge. He adapted quickly to the mercenary life, showing a natural aptitude for leadership and combat strategy. His reputation grew, not just for his skill but for his unwavering loyalty to his comrades, earning him the respect and trust of those around him.
  
  Moraes' life took a dramatic turn with the Starfallen invasion. During an operation aimed at evacuating civilians from a city under siege, he witnessed the full horror and chaos unleashed by the alien attackers. His unit was overwhelmed, and many of his closest friends were lost in the brutal confrontation. The trauma of losing fellow soldiers and innocents, combined with the stark realization of the new global threat, deeply affected him. It was a turning point that solidified his resolve to fight against the Starfallen, not just as a soldier for hire, but as a protector of humanity. With the desire to avenge his comrades and the full comprehension the scope of the of invasion is, this would lead Moraes to fully enlisting into the AUSPC as one of their premier ETA pilot.
  
  This defining experience also hardened Moraes’ resolve to ensure that no one under his command would face such a fate unprepared. It strengthened his leadership, turning him into a mentor for younger soldiers and a tactical genius respected by his peers. Despite the scars of his past, Moraes maintains a strong sense of humor and camaraderie, believing that morale is just as crucial as ammunition in the long fight against the Starfallen. His relationships are few but deep, with a close-knit circle of friends and allies who rely on his strategic mind and unwavering courage to see them through the darkest times
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Moraes' rise to the status of a Wonder 9 pilot is marked by his formidable piloting skills and unmatched courage in the face of the alien threat. His primary strength in piloting Exo Tactical Armors (ETAs) lies in his acute situational awareness and ability to adapt rapidly to changing combat scenarios. Moraes has a keen eye for exploiting weaknesses in enemy formations, making him particularly effective in ambushing Starfallen swarms and disrupting their coordinated attacks. His background as a mercenary has endowed him with a gritty resourcefulness, enabling him to make do with limited resources and find innovative solutions to seemingly insurmountable problems on the battlefield.
  
  Moraes's combat style is aggressive yet calculated, employing a mix of direct assaults and defensive maneuvers that confuse and destabilize the enemy. He is particularly skilled in urban combat environments, using the debris and collapsed structures as cover and to funnel enemies into kill zones. His physical strength and endurance allow him to operate his ETA over extended periods under intense pressure, a crucial capability given the exhausting nature of engagements with the Starfallen. However, this same aggression can sometimes be a double-edged sword. Moraes tends to push the limits of his machine and his own physical capabilities, which can lead to critical situations where he might overextend without adequate backup, risking not just his own life but also the success of the mission.
  
  Another notable weakness in Moraes' piloting could be his struggle with over-reliance on intuition over protocol. His mercenary roots endowed him with an instinct-driven approach to combat, which can sometimes clash with the more structured, protocol-driven maneuvers required in coordinated military operations. This can lead to moments of discord in battles where synchronized team efforts are crucial. His instinctive decisions, while often beneficial in chaotic and dynamic combat scenarios, can occasionally result in premature actions or misalignments with the broader strategic goals of his unit. This aspect of his character could lead to complex dynamics within his team, requiring him to balance his natural inclinations with the demands of operating within a highly organized military framework
  
  
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Custom Sidearm - R5 Overclock: Moraes carries a heavily modified version of the classic R5 assault rifle, tailored for close-quarters combat and reduced to a compact size to serve as a sidearm. Dubbed the "R5 Overclock," this firearm is equipped with a rapid-fire mechanism and extended magazine, making it exceptionally lethal against Starfallen drones in tight spaces. The sidearm is personalized with engravings of the names of fallen comrades along the barrel, serving as a somber reminder and tribute to those he has lost.
  
  Combat Knife: A robust combat knife with a carbon-fiber reinforced blade, designed for durability and versatility. Moraes uses it not only as a weapon but also as a tool for survival and mechanical tasks. The handle bears the insignia of the African Union Preservation Commission, symbolizing his roots and enduring loyalty to his original command.
  
  Tactical Wristwatch: A high-durability tactical wristwatch equipped with multiple functionalities including GPS, a compass, and a radiation detector. The watch is a keepsake from his early days in the mercenary field, gifted by a mentor who taught him the importance of timing and precision in combat operations.
  
  Dog Tags: Moraes wears a set of dog tags that include his own and those of a close friend who died during the initial Starfallen attack. They are kept as a constant reminder of the stakes at hand and the personal cost of the war.
  
  Photograph: A worn photograph kept in his pilot’s suit, depicting Moraes with a group of fellow soldiers from his mercenary days, taken on a rare day of respite. This photo is a reminder of simpler times and the bonds formed in the face of adversity.
  
  Mechanical Toolkit: A compact toolkit containing essential tools for quick mechanical repairs and adjustments to his ETA. This toolkit reflects Moraes's hands-on approach to maintaining his equipment, ensuring that he and his unit are always battle-ready.
  
  
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  Base Frame
  T-3 Hurricane
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Heavy Machine Gun (2 points)
  Grenade Revolver (2 points)
  Anti-Material Rifle (1 point)
  Increased Ammunition Supplies (1 point)
  Reinforced Servos (2 points)
  Light Melee - Knuckles (2 points)
  Armor Plating (3 points)
  
  Customizations
  Designation: Mjolnir
  Emblem
  

 

[FabulousTrash]

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Kyo Yu-Ni​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Kyo Yu-Ni
  Nickname: Variations of 'Yu' or 'Kyo'
  Callsign: Yongsan
  Age: 33
  Gender: Female
  Country of Origin: South Korea
  Previous Military Affiliation: Pan-Asian Security and Economic League (PASEL), 707th Special Mission Group (Republic of Korea Army Special Warfare Command)
  
  Appearance:
  Standing at an unassuming 5'7", there isn't anything overly unique about Yu-Ni. Under her gear and clothes, she sports a slim yet conditioned build, with enough strength to go around when needed. Her jet black hair reaches down towards the middle of her back when it's let down, but she usually has it tied up most of the time. Born with asteroid hyalosis, her brown eyes sometimes has a gold sparkle to them. Small scars and scratches decorate her skin, with more of them on her arms and legs. She has a tattoo sleeve on her right forearm
  
  Personality:
  Good soldiers follow orders. Generations of military involvement have conditioned Yu-Ni from the get-go to be obedient, loyal, and above all else - ruthless. The only saving grace from turning her into a cold killing machine was, ironically, her line of work. She can maintain a conversation and operate well in a social environment, appearing friendly and inviting. And while she does care for the wellbeing of those around her, ultimately it's the mission thats her priority.
  
  
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  History
  You could say Yu-Ni was born into the life of a solider.
  
  At the time, her mother was a member of 707th Special Mission Group, South Korea's primer special forces and counter-terrorism unit. Her father so happened to be the hospital doctor that treated her following a deployment in the Middle East.
  
  Her early childhood was spent on military bases, until finally being able to return home in Seoul where she lived a normal life up until high school. She had no interest in pursuing a traditional higher education, and instead followed in her parents' footsteps, enlisting in the military. It was there she learned all the necessary skills and concepts to excel and stand out from the rest of the pack, eventually being drafted into the 707th's training battalion. A few months later, and she became a full member of the group, initially assigned to their counter-terrorism team as a sniper. Throughout her tenure within the unit, Yu-Ni would be pulled to assist other teams and branches of the 707th, operating in both close-quarters environments and aerial assaults.
  
  Immediately following the events of The Starfall, Yu-Ni and the rest of the South Korean army aided in the evacuation of civilians from Seoul and other populated areas within the danger zone of the Starfallen, transporting them to Thailand. Once complete, her country joined the fold that was the Pan-Asian Security and Economic League. The 707th was reorganized into one of the first units that supported ETAs, and Yu-Ni was immediately selected to become one of their first pilots, taking part in one of many EUNATOCA joint training programs.
  
  Because of the nature of ETA development within PASEL, Yu-Ni was issued a gen 2 Type-220 Nami, just in time for the Battle of Bangkok. She also played a part in the defense of Japan, her home country and other member countries. Her kill count was quick to rack up, earning her the reputation of a Wonder 9, and the attention of Unified Command. Yu-Ni immediately accepted the invitation to enroll in the ARES program as soon as it was offered to her.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Similar to her abilities as a ground unit, Yu-Ni is a balanced pilot that can adapt to any battlefield condition. However, her bread and butter is long-range precision strikes and single-target engagements. She'll be able to perform in close-quarters engagements, if not with some difficulty due to the design of her ETA. If you put her against a horde, the best she'll be able to do is survive for a moderate amount of time before she's overwhelmed. For the most part ,Yu-Ni is a team player. She'll keep a watchful eye over her teammates and cover their backs. But when push comes to shove and the success of a mission is in jeopardy, more often than not she'll prioritize that. It wouldn't be the first time she's left friendlies to die. Just check her file. Assuming you have the right clearance.
  
  Her ETA training has prepared her to handle high G-forces while operating, something that became a norm for her during later battles following the defense of South Korea. When she's not engaging from a distance, Yu-Ni will focus one target with rapid, guerilla style strikes from a variety of distances.
  
  If there's one thing she's good at regardless if she's fighting far away or close up, it's her accuracy with her weapons. Yu-Ni will be able to hit even the more seemingly impossible of shots when given the opportunity. If you introduce her to a new weapon, she'll be able to understand it's quirks and adjust accordingly to accurately put rounds down range and into the faces of Starfallen.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Custom Handgun - Originally her service weapon within the 707th, it has since undergone several mdofications including adding a compensator with a built-in laser and flashlight, and rechambering it into .50 AE.
  
  Tactical Knife - Sheathed on the outside of her right calf
  
  Throat Mic & Earpiece set - Another relic of her tenure in the South Korean military. This attaches to the personal radio she carries on her person. with the device around her neck converting her vocal cord vibrations to sound for the others to hear. The PTT device sits clipped on her chest
  
  First aid & Basic survival kits
  ETA Toolkit
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Type-330 Fubuki
  Common Name: Fubuki
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Urasaki Heavy Industries, PASEL
  Height: 20ft/6m
  Land Speed: 61mph/98kmh
  Thrust Type: Supermaneuver
  Armor Rating: F
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Railgun [6]
  High Quality Detection Equipment [3]
  2x Anti-Tank Missile Weapons [2]
  General Purpose Machine Gun [1]
  Increased Ammunition Supplies [1]
  
  Customizations
  Designation: STRIKE
  
  
  
  

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

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Selfie Nikan​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Selfie Nikan
  Nickname: Self
  Callsign: Cowlick
  Age: 26
  Gender: Female
  Country of Origin: USA
  Previous Military Affiliation: USA
  
  Appearance:
  5'7" swamp green hair frowny woman, i'll draw her eventually
  
  Personality:
  Selfie's foul temperament is matched only by her sense of self preservation. A firebrand as stark and scorching as the midsummer sun, Selfie is a woman defined by her fierce individualism. In any other lifetime, military conscription would have been out of the question for her, a short career path rife with calls of insubordination, and ended with dishonorable discharge. Amongst the wreckage of the world, however, she may well have found her calling. Years of pent-up frustration blaze within the turbines of the JǪFURR's turbines, turning what would have been scorn for a world that had spurned his pilot into white hot fuel to defend it.
  
  
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  History
  A ship rat that's somehow scampered its way into the captain's seat.
  
  The Starfall changed less for some than it did others. Fear is a simple emotion, and in the eyes of the scared, howling animal within all of us, there is little difference between the pitch black shadow of a prowling Sentry, and the chill white embrace of an unsheltered winter. Born of the metropolis tent encampments of 2000s New York City, Selfie learned quickly that few things were given in this world, and that which was could be taken away in the blink of an eye.
  
  Her upbringing was defined by an ever-stretching ladder. Born just early enough to see the middle class fall out beneath her feet, Selfie's prospects before Starfall were, put plainly, shit. While well meaning, her folks hardly had more than a penny to their name and the most they could provide for her on most days was a tarp strung between one fence post and the next. The closest thing to a career waiting for her was one as a petty thief or dealer, and for all the calls of sympathy her teachers and the parents of other kids her age made, nary more than a few of them ever did much to actually help.
  
  She'd watch year by year as her scavenged clothes turned threadbare, while those of her classmates were exchanged for newer, more fashionable garments before the colours had even started to fade. Handmade lunches teased her while she dined on cafeteria crap, and every designer backpack she saw only reminded her how much better she could have eaten that week if the hundreds of dollars spent on it had gone into her pockets, rather than some seasonal fad.
  
  And quite frankly, it really pissed her off.
  
  Never one to settle for a bad hand, Selfie did what anyone would've done during a shitty game of poker: She started punching the dealer. Or rather, in lieu of the fact that the system of American Capitalism didn't quite have a face that she could turn inside out, she started punching the other players instead.
  
  That nice lunch? Hers. The fancy bag? That was where she'd put the half eaten apple so she could eat it for dinner. And the fancy clothes? Well, she handly quite flown far enough off the deep end that she was about to go around tearing them off of people's back, so she decided to just smear them with blood and dirt instead. All of that in mind, it was a surprise to just about nobody when she was expelled, and then one to literally nobody when she was kicked out of the next two schools, too. One more would've surely followed, but her expulsion by way of blue vests and a blaring siren from the third school was enough to teach her that 'public' school wasn't a place that was public to her anymore.
  
  So she got her shit together.
  
  ...Or at least tried to.
  
  It had felt good while it lasted. For once, she was the one on top. The one in control of other people and the one calling the shots, but it really had only been for that once. An adult now in every meaning of the word but the one in the dictionary, Selfie was presented with an impassable game. A ladder that grew taller by the day, the rungs ever further apart from one another, and ultimately only lead to a glass ceiling that was bulletproof anyway. She'd wanted to take her life back, but all she'd really done is take all of her rage and passion and use it to toss it somewhere that way beyond her reach.
  
  Still, she figured, she had two fists and a knack for getting them bloody. Even in a jungle of concrete and glass, there had to be something she could do with that. The first few years of her true adulthood saw her running with street gangs for quick cash, and sometimes, a place to stay. She honed her mean streak sharper, and turned it into a knife which she could use to cut out a piece of the world for herself, polishing it to just enough of a gleam to actually do something with right around when the stars fell.
  
  One of the few to successfully evacuate NYC after Starfall, Selfie bore witness to the cataclysmic wrath of the Starfallen firsthand. She watched as they turned glimmering, corporate skyscrapers into the rubble, and she watched as they trampled upon homeless encampments like they were ant nests. It was only thanks to her familiarity with New York's subterranean infrastructure that she managed to survive the initial assault, and only through sheer luck that she managed to escape beyond the city limits after that.
  
  In ruins, she left the chewed-upon remnants of the Big Apple behind her for the first time in her life, under circumstances that she never could have fathomed, and as the world changed, so did she. As she crossed the fresh war front that was the post-Starfall USA, she noticed something. On ever news headline, every report of the tragedy, the only thing that she ever saw was still them. Skyscrapers torn asunder and pristine neighborhoods painted red. Those split by claws of blown to shreds by alien firepower. Never once, never once did she hear tell of those trampled underfoot.
  
  Of course not, because that was what was supposed to happen to them in the first place.
  
  So when the call for military conscription came, she took it. Not for king and country, and certainly not to take back the old world from the hands of the monsters that had crushed it, but to get her hands on a bigger knife, so that she could cut out a piece of the world to come in the shape that she saw fit.
  
  Cheap chaff. That was what she- she and those like her- were supposed to be. Expendable nothings to draw the ire of the Starfallen menace from the better and brighter, equipped with only easily produced melee weapons and sent into enemy lines to cause chaos while those deigned to be more useful sat at range, peppering friend and foe alike with a hail of artillery fire. That was the grand design of the 27th Armed Legion, and it worked well enough. They pushed their way through Starfallen lines along the East Coast of the United States, aiming towards the reclamation of the city that Selfie had once called home.
  
  There was just one small problem- Selfie kept coming back.
  
  Budget shit-mech or not, through sheer tenacity and surprising talent, she returned from each of her suicide missions alive. Even as the 'chaff division' of the 27th Legion dwindled and was refilled after each deployment, she remained the only constant, rivaling even the back-line artillery units through her steadily rising kill count.
  
  There was talks amongst the brass about what exactly that were supposed to do with her. She was a rare talent, that much was certain, but they hadn't exactly been subtle about their intentions. Maybe enough hush money could've kept her quite about their designs, or maybe they'd just have to send her into a mission too obscene for her to return from, but maybe was about as far as those conversations got.
  
  Because during her ninth deployment, the 27th fell. A surprise flank attack from the Starfallen turned annihilated the artillery squadron within minutes, and caught between the snapping, alien jaws of two enemy fronts, the chaff squadron should have been next, and for the most part they were. Reports following the battle saw 97% of the 27th dead, their ETAs reduced to scrap and their pilots worm food, but with a path of extraterrestrial blood left behind them, a scant few of them managed to returned alive, Selfie at their head.
  
  What followed should have been the end of it all. She punched a military official in the face, kicked him while he was down, and swore that his balls would be next if she ever saw him standing on two feet again. It was a moment of, in a matter of sense, passion, but while she was a hothead, Selfie wasn't an idiot. The knock that came at her door, she expected, was one that had come to inform her of her dismissal, but instead she found an open hand extended through her door. An invitation. A Wonder-9. Her.
  
  She laughed in the recruiter's face, and then shook their hand anyway.
  
  What was one more suicide mission, after all?
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Very good at punching monsters very bad at controlling her temper.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Big Iron, Multitool, Big Knife, Explosive Vest
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Common Name: Fubuki
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Urasaki Heavy Industries, PASEL
  Height: 20ft/6m
  Land Speed: 61mph/98kmh
  Thrust Type: Supermaneuver
  Armor Rating: F
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Arms: P.O.U.N.D Knuckles, Medium Melee (4)
  Shoulders: AGM-114 Hellfire Missiles, Anti-Tank x 2 (2)
  Reinforced Servos: Improves the ground speed of the ETA by 15%. (2)
  Expendable Boost Rockets: These massive boosters are for high-speed battlefield entries for ETAs of all sizes and builds. One-way, and is ejected after they run out of fuel to burn. (2)
  High Quality Detection Equipment: Detection software includes radar, IR, and vibration detection. (3)
  
  Customizations
  JǪFURR
  A short-ranged blitz unit designed for the rapid penetration and shattering of enemy lines, the JǪFURR has been customized for his pilot's particular talents and temperament. It is a beast of glimmering gunmetal and screaming thrusters, pressing towards enemy lines until deeply entrenched and then skittering amongst the ensuing chaos like the world's most violent mosquito.
  
  

 

[welian]

Courtney L. Jones​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Courtney Lynn Jones
  Nickname: Court, Dork
  Callsign: Canary
  Age: 23
  Gender: Female
  Country of Origin: USA
  Previous Military Affiliation: United States Air Force
  
  Appearance:
  Courtney looks like exactly the kind of young woman you'd expect to see on Instagram, sipping pumpkin spice lattes, wearing Uggs, and posting with 3-7 other blondes in sorority group photos.
  
  Her most prominent feature is her round baby-face that has old people assuming she's still in high school. Sometimes, she can be seen wearing red-rimmed reading glasses while leafing through a spicy manga poorly hidden in a training manual.
  
  Personality:
  Court isn't the most energetic person in the room, but she's usually in the top ten. Like a lot of fellow airmen, she's exceedingly fond of nerdy pop culture, especially tabletop gaming and comics, and will take any opportunity to launch into long-winded essays about yaoi.
  
  Understandably, this can get very annoying, very fast. Courtney's reputation is that she's friendly and upbeat, but you can't afford to talk to her more than a passing greeting unless you want to be trapped in a conversation about the origins of slashfic for three hours. Please. No more, Courtney, no more. Just... shut up...
  
  
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  History
  Courtney was born in 2014 to a coal-mining couple out in the mountains of West Virginia. While the exact county is in her personnel records, she doesn’t want to talk about it with her colleagues - mostly out of embarrassment for coming from a lil podunk town, and partly out of superstition that somehow the Starfallen could find out and target her hometown specifically.
  It’s a little ridiculous to believe in, but hey, she’s a bit of a ridiculous person.
  
  She was just graduating high school when DOLMEN was completed, and she and her entire town were sure that it was the end of the world and Jesus was coming to save their souls. To them, the Starfall was the end times. To her, after seeing the way big cities were flattened, it was a chance to help save the world. A chance to make a difference. A chance to finally have a D&D game with a full party of players who had nothing better to do than show up on time.
  
  Five years later, and you have to turn war into a game and laugh, otherwise you’ll cry and be crushed under the weight of existential horror.
  
  Perhaps it was this gaming instinct that helped her survive and return to fight another d--naaaaah, it was the lucky dice. For sure.
  
  Roll for initiative, alien scum!
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Her strengths include precise movements (her claim to fame is being able to open bottles and turn book pages with her mech's feet), traversing difficult terrain to launch attacks from unusual positions, and timing her strikes.
  
  Her weaknesses mainly revolve around strategy - her plans are good, but she doesn't adapt as well to changes as others, often claiming it's "not fair" when her opponent pulls out a new tactic or weapon that she didn't expect. Additionally, her carefree attitude does not inspire confidence. Some people have question just exactly how seriously she's taking this war, and even if she's all there in the head.
  
  Additionally, she enjoys watching fires and explosions up close. Very up close.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  
  • Lucky dice - a full set in sparkly lime green, her favorite color.
  • A family photo that's creased on one end, to reveal her then-baby brother, but conveniently cover up Courtney's embarassing face. Something about kids will be kids, and boogers.
  • Hunting knife, you never know when delicious roadkill will appear.
  • A very boring and very standard Glock 19.
  
  
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  Base Frame
  SB-35 Volk
  
  Designation: SB-35
  Common Name: Volk
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Mercedes-Benz
  Height: 24ft/7.3m
  Land Speed: 48mph/77kmh
  Thrust Type: Cruise
  Armor Rating: D
  Supply Points: 13
  
  Courtney's ETA is based on industrial mining robots designed for crawling up and down the quarries and coal pits of the Appalachian mountains. Due to its crab-like anatomy, the mech is capable of startling land speeds, but only sideways.
  
  Armament & Equipment
  
  • Rotary Cannon
  • Rocket Launcher x2
  • Melee Stomp
  • Ammunition Supplies
  • Advanced Firefighting
  
  Customizations
  
  
  
  
  This style of mech is called the Trawler, and it is a collaboration between the RCSTO and Mercedes-Benz. It's more used for carrying equipment and materials across undeveloped terrain, however, it makes a decent combat mech.
  
  

 

[TheRealAngeloftheStorm]

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Michael 'Asa' Staunton​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Michael Anton Staunton
  Nickname: Mike
  Callsign: Asa
  Age: 44
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: United States of America
  Previous Military Affiliation: Pan-Asian Security and Economic League
  
  Appearance:
  A man who kept himself in top shape out of concern of getting a beer belly as his years advanced, Michael is fit for one his age, if a little gaunt. Remnants of starvation from the initial impact of the Starfallen still line his face, and scars from the earliest battles of the war mark his features. Described as intense.
  
  Personality:
  Behind the seemingly permanent frown is a relatively inoffensive man. If anything, Michael is a little bumbling in interpersonal affairs - something that would help him unknowingly steer clear of the Staunton’s messy tangle of illicit relationships and bastardry. But he has a good heart, and only wishes to protect the people behind him as best as he can.
  
  
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  History
  A US citizen who had been visiting Japan for his younger half-brother’s marriage in December of 2031, the aging Staunton’s course was changed like many others in the wintry days of November. Merely middle management slowly working his way up the corporate ladder at the time, Michael was an unassuming man - even when contrasted against his family, which was a mess of tangled relationships and infidelity. Eager to meet his ‘other family’ even as the world watched DOLMEN with bated breath, he punched in his vacation and left for Japan in late October.
  
  The rest, of course, is history.
  
  It was a stroke of luck that his immediate family had survived the initial impacts. Time, however, was not on their side, with the Starfallen beginning their rampage across Earth. Michael worked himself to the bone, helping his family survive in the fresh hellscape that was Japan. While he managed to ship his half-brother, his wife and both their immediate families off to Australia, he was caught and conscripted by the JSDF, who were desperate for bodies to throw at the Starfallen.
  
  Battle changes men, and Michael found himself worked into something more as he went into the crucible of war. Going from corporate middle management to a frontline fighter was a terrifying experience, but Michael found himself rising to the occasion. He would earn his spurs in the Battle of Kyoto, managing to rally a flagging unit and holding the line in a single building for 4 hours against a horde of Starfallen before being forced to retreat. For this, he would catch the attention of the Pan-Asian Security and Economic League’s military command and become one of the bloc’s ETA pilots. Kyoto also earned him the nickname Asa, as he rallied the troops at the break of dawn. Eventually, he would hit Wonder 9 status after participating in the defense of Daejeon.
  
  As the years dragged on, Michael found himself front and center as a success story for PASEL despite being a US citizen. This caused a minor diplomatic quibble (and the spawning of countless memes from EUNATOCA and RCTSO users about how one of Japan’s best wasn’t even Japanese) that was swiftly resolved by giving him expedited Japanese citizenship and an offer to join the ARES Program.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  A touch of the old American doctrine of annihilating the opponent with superior firepower lives on, and Michael's preference is for taking out flankers from afar before moving in to clean up the horde with a plethora of rapid fire weapons. His preference for long range firepower coupled with anti-hordemunitions has made him particularly useful for sweeping groups of Starfallen chaff off the board at the cost of his ability to deal with single targets, a weakness that can be covered for by the right teammates.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Cheap Pendant: A silver pendant bought from a general store by his niece Kazumi Arima as a gift for Michael after saving enough pocket money. After much prodding by Michael's half-brother Daigo Arima and his wife Yuuka Arima, it was bequeathed unto him for hitting Wonder 9 status after Daejeon.
  
  Sidearm
  Combat Knife
  ETA Pilot Suit
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Type-330 Fubuki
  Common Name: Fubuki
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Urasaki Heavy Industries, PASEL
  Height: 20ft/6m
  Land Speed: 61mph/98kmh
  Thrust Type: Supermaneuver
  Armor Rating: F
  Supply Points: 13
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Armaments:
  General Purpose Machine Gun [1]
  Rotary Cannon [4]
  Heavy Rocket Launcher, 2 shots [2]
  Rocket Launcher, 15 shots [3]
  
  Equipment:
  High Quality Detection Equipment [3]
  
  Customizations
  Designation: LONGBOW
  
  
  
  Named for the famed weapon of English archers during the Hundred Years' War and their legendary victory at Agincourt, LONGBOW carries on that legacy by unloading extreme firepower at dense positions teeming with Starfallen.
  
  

 

[YLVillain]

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Source Credit: Malkhai on DeviantArt

Cyrus "Red Herring" Abadie​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Cyrus Abadie
  Nickname: Cy
  Callsign: Red Herring
  Age: 26
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: Algeria
  Previous Military Affiliation: Algerian Land Forces Artillery Division, AUPC, RCSTO
  
  Appearance:
  A bulky, well built soldier weighing in a 120 kg (265 lbs) and has a height of 200 cm (6'7"). His skin is lighter than most Algerians due to his French heritage. His body is purpose bred and built and he takes great care towards maintaining his form. He has little care for his fashion appearance and dresses for practicality and efficiency, wasting no cloth or weight on accessory. He has a few scars scattered across his body, but nothing more major than scrapes that only needed a few stitches when they were fresh.
  
  Personality:
  Cy is a very deliberate individual. He values effective and clean work. Whether there's an easy way or a hard way, so long there is a way that can be done, he puts his best foot forward to make sure the job gets done and gets done right. He always finishes what he starts and never leaves anything half-baked. He refuses to let his past haunt him and instead uses his experiences as fuel to motivate him to better himself and become stronger. He also pays little mind to negative public opinion about himself, as he sees it as a distraction from his real goals.
  
  
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  History
  I was born in France but raised in Algeria. My father was in GIGN and was deployed to Algiers to stand in as the personal guard for the French Ambassador. When I came of age, I wanted to follow in his footsteps so I enlisted with the Algerian Land Forces and joined the Artillery Division. I never saw any real action when Object Tartarus was first discovered. Our command informed us that plans were in place to neutralize the threat and we all watched the DOLMEN barrages live. When it was confirmed that the threat was greater than we imagined, my father went back to Paris in order to aid in preparing the city for the inevitable landing. A few weeks after the landing, I received a package in the mail with my dad's dog tags in them. All I could do was harden my resolve and focus on building myself up in order to make sure I was ready once the Starfallen made it to Algeria.
  
  When the AUPC was formed, my division was absorbed into their organization. I was still patriotic and fond of defending my country but I didn't share all the values of the newly founded AUPC. I never agreed with the isolationist values that the AUPC had but I had no other choice. They were my only means of fighting back the Starfallen and my father's legacy would be honored better in biding my time and working with what I had rather than protesting and losing opportunities over philosophical disagreements.
  
  My first time in an ETA was with the first generation SB-33M1, or the Kaban-B. I was assigned this specific mech due to my experience and training in Artillery. Fighting in an ETA was a lot clunkier than I expected but I didn't have much time to learn as I was sortied only 4 hours after hopping into the mech for the first time. The sortie was straightforward and involved clearing hordes of drones. The sortie went without incident and our casualties were only light without any serious injuries to our forces. The drones were routed after facing significant losses. However, it was my second sortie where my unit got humbled. Our squad encountered Warriors and Sentries for the first time, alongside the same horde of drones we had faced during our first sortie. We never stood a chance. Only 30% of our forces got out of alive and it was after being routed and ordered to retreat. It was during my third sortie where I lost my ETA. The battle was fierce but those of us who had survived up to this point had enough experience at this point to know how to effectively take on the Starfallen. I was caught on my unawares after having to duel a sentry. A warrior snuck up on me and broke my mech's legs. Acting on instinct and having seen Warriors learn where the pilot cabins were, I evacuated the pilot suite as soon as I was disabled. I didn't even get a chance to land on the ground before I saw the Warrior's maw rip through the pilot's cabin. I only had enough time to get a few meters away before the Warrior found me. It started moving towards me and left me with two options. I knew I couldn't outrun it so I accepted whatever was to come next and pulled out my sidearm. I fired at it twice before I watched the warrior suddenly explode. I was confused but saw one of my comrades in a Kaban-C walk around from behind it, smoke still coming out its barrel. I hitched a ride back with their mech and they joked with me that I served well as a distraction so they could take it out. That's how I earned the callsign "Red Herring". After returning back to base, I was given veteran status for surviving my third sortie, however, I was to be on standby until the next shipment of ETA's arrived as every unit was being used.
  
  It was months before I got my next ETA and it was one of the second generation models. In my mind, I thought that the second generation models were going to be superior to the first generation models but I was sorely mistaken. I was issued a Kameel and it didn't take me long to realize the dramatic differences between that and the Kaban. Due to there only being one version of the ETA, it forced me to change my fighting style; to fight more precisely than I liked. During my fourth sortie I tried to take it easy after being on standby for so long but that turned out to not be an option. Our unit got ambushed and crushed and our ETAs began falling on top of each other. I survived by powering down my mech as soon as I went down and playing dead. I had to wait until sunrise the following day before I could return to base. I tried to bring my ETA with me but too much weight was on top of it so I had to abandon it. I had been marked KIA until I had arrived back at base on foot. I had to evade a few drone groups but made it back after a good ten days of moving and living off the deserted remains of towns along the way. I was deemed the only survivor of the mission by command, but other soldiers looked at me like I was a ghost. Things were never the same between me and my comrades after that.
  
  I didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that it didn't take long for me to be issued a new ETA. It was the same model as last time. This time it only took them a week to get a one issued to me. It makes sense now why those things were designed that way. It was never made to protect us, just to equip who came after us. Nonetheless, it was what I had. It was not long after finishing my fifth sortie when the AUPC lifted their closed borders policy and started taking in refugees. I wish I had the time to enjoy seeing the AUPC finally start acting how I always believed they should. I never got to see much of the results as I was redeployed to Iran to help RCSTO in the fight for Mashhad. They told me it was because I was a veteran and a relatively new one at that, so they sent me to where they believed I was going to be most useful. I didn't take it personally, but I believe the decision was really made because I was rumored to be unlucky and that anybody who sorties with me doesn't live to see the end of the mission. Living up to my callsign of Red Herring I guess, just too distracting for command and my comrades.
  
  The fight in Iran was much different to the fights with the AUPC. The battle lines were constantly being pushed back and forth, little progress ever being made or maintained by either side. Whether I was unlucky for other soldiers or not, the RCSTO was taking anybody and everybody they could get. They put me in their most critical missions because I was somebody with 'veteran' status. It was because of this that I ended up losing two more ETA's on missions before making it to the end of my ninth sortie. Those ETA's were even more inhumane than those back in Algeria. I was more surprised when I did come home with a mech than when I didn't.
  
  After returning from the mission, I was pulled aside and was told that I was to be reassigned into the ARES program. Once again, didn't know whether that was a good or a bad thing, but it was where my path was taking me, so I took it in stride and pressed forward with it. My outfit was being changed so what I was allowed to bring with me was very limited. So I brought the only things with me that I really cared about anyways: My pistol I used in my first fight against a Starfallen out of mech and my dad's dog tags that I wore with mine. I was constantly reminded of the honor it was to be selected for the ARES program, and while I appreciated the new opportunity to further develop my skills, I could only really appreciate all of those who fell at my side in order to help me get to where I am today.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  I excel in interpreting horde and group movement patterns and strategies. I also have a keen understanding in positional awareness to make sure I minimize how often I'm caught on my unawares and that my shots always have the best opportunity to be placed effectively. I'm not particularly well versed in CQC and am slow to react when I am surprised.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  Caracal F Sidearm: A standard issue Algerian Land Forces sidearm. This specific sidearm was used to defend myself against my first encounter with a Starfallen while out of mech.
  Dad's dog tags: These tags are worn on the same loop as my own personal tags. This is to ensure that wherever I go, I carry my father's legacy with me.
  
  
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  Base Frame
  SB-37 Barsuk
  
  Armament & Equipment
  240 mm Heavy Mortar (6)
  300 mm Artillery Rocket Launcher x1 (2)
  14.5x114mm Heavy Machine Gun (2)
  High Quality Detection Equipment (3)
  
  Customizations
  Designation: Sundrop-5
  
  Source Credit: rickyryan of DeviantArt
  Named for its capacity to wipe out hordes as well as the iteration of mech that this pilot has interfaced with. This mech also has four shoulder mounted anchor cables that can be deployed to stabilize the mech when it configures to its firing position.
  
  

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[tonka]

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[Clancy Clark]​

["There's never going to be another pilot like me."]​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

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  Essentials
  Full Name: Clancy James Clark
  Nickname: Rookie
  Callsign: Beef
  Age: Eighteen
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: America
  Previous Military Affiliation: EUNATOCA
  
  Appearance:
  He stands at 5'8" tall and weighs around 162 lbs. He has short, straight, jet black hair. The only distinguishing marks are the faded scars he received during the various surgeries in the ARES program. More often than not, he can be seen wearing a red jacket with an image of a pill on the back.
  
  Personality:
  Clancy is a complicated young man who has a hard time communicating without some degree of arrogance. He prefers to hide behind a wall of superiority instead of directly dealing with his problems, which often leads to him making impulsive decisions that usually do more harm than good. He's confident in his abilities as a pilot, yet doesn't seem to care about his incompetence in any other situation outside of that. He's proud to an unhealthy degree, and stubborn to a fault. Constructive criticism doesn't work well with him unless the one giving said criticism is someone he happens to see as an "equal." His overbearing personality commonly leads into him arguing with his peers, and his unwillingness to express his true emotions makes it incredibly difficult to form close bonds with anyone. And yet when he's on the field, his ability to cooperate and be a team-player skyrockets, even if he still has the habit of wanting to prove he's the best. If you were to look past his rough shell, you'd find an intelligent, brave, and misunderstood young man.
  
  
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  History
  Clancy was born in 2019 as the youngest of two siblings. His mother and father were both present and loving figures throughout his life and his sister was equally so, but even as a baby Clancy always seemed to idolize Vince; the eldest. As he grew, Clancy's view of his older brother followed suit. In his eyes, Vince was the coolest person in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to be just like him. Vince didn't mind it, but often teased Clancy by saying he'd never be as "great." Subconsciously, the younger brother took that as a challenge, which led to him getting in trouble more often than not.
  
  It would've been great if that were the extent of his family's problems, but unfortunately things could never be that simple. They were forced to immediately relocate from their home because they were within one of the projected impact zones. The fragments of Object Tartarus didn't just destroy their residence, but completely changed everything about how his family operated. If it weren't for the financial aid of Vince, his family would've slowly dwindled until their was nothing left.
  
  When the first reports of Starfallen were revealed, Vince was tasked with aiding the fight by piloting an F-15. While he was clearly gifted - surviving several direct encounters with Starfallen - he understood that conventional forms of warfare could only delay the inevitable. That's why when the the first generation ETAs were announced to be dispatched, Vince leveraged his successful experience as a fighter pilot to get into the cockpit of one. With only one month of training in an ETA under his belt, he and 647 other brave pilots proceeded with Operation Typhoon.
  
  Despite the "successful" outcome, Vince was not among the fortunate operators to survive. His death sent shockwaves through the family, but to say Clancy was saddened would've been far too simple. In truth, he felt a flurry of different emotions, but the one that stood out the most was anger. How could the person he'd idolized all his life die like that? He hadn't even been reported to make a worthwhile sacrifice. He'd just got swarmed and killed. That's all. Maybe his anger was a way to cope with the loss of a sibling, but it changed something about Clancy's very core. He'd never be as "great" as that man? The man that got killed during his first fight in an ETA? Bullshit.
  
  The only thing Vince left behind were some clothes and a compensation package for being KIA. Out of spite, Clancy took the jacket Vince always wore and made a vow to himself. He'd do everything in his power to become the greatest pilot to ever exist. A pilot that wouldn't amount to a mere footnote in Hong Kong's history. But most of all, a pilot far greater than his dear brother.
  
  Convincing his parents to allow him to join the military at seventeen was incredibly difficult, and rightfully so, but they eventually allowed it for two main reasons. One: They've been struggling financially ever since Vince died. Two: Clancy's father could see the spark in his eyes. He understood his son had something to prove, and not allowing him to get it out of his system now rather than later was objectively worse. So, he was shipped off to basic training mere weeks later. Once there, he immediately showed exemplary potential, but a strange impulsivity to do things that'd land him in trouble. One of those things was sneaking into the mess hall to steal corned beef of all things. When his instructors found out about this, they never let him hear the end of it; which led to him earning the callsign "Beef."
  
  After graduating, he was assigned to his ETA and sent on his first series of missions. In the beginning, he seemed to struggle with piloting outside of a simulation, but through several near-death scenarios and countless slain Starfallen, he'd clawed his way into becoming one of the most skilled pilots within his squadron. At this point, he'd already accomplished more than his brother in terms of ETAs, but he felt like he still had to prove himself more. This drive to progress led him to become one of the Unified Command's youngest Wonder 9s within the rough span of one year.
  
  His commanding officers didn't want his potential to go to waste, so he was ordered to enter the ARES program almost immediately after he turned eighteen. This didn't bother Clancy whatsoever, because he believed it was concrete evidence that he was on the right path to completely outshining his brother. Now, as a fresh inductee of the ARES program, he hopes to further build onto his ego. Only the lord knows how this story will end.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Clancy has a complete disregard for self-preservation. That isn't to say he's not afraid of what may happen to him on the frontline. He just believes that showing he's afraid or worrying about what might happen to him during an operation is completely irrelevant, and would only serve to destroy his self-image. This ego is both his most beneficial strength and his most detrimental weakness, as he's willing to take insane risks for insane rewards. With that said, his preferred method of combat could be referred to as "Creative Chaos." He prefers to fight as aggressively as he can without dismissing any advantages (or disadvantages) he may have. He's capable of finding unique solutions to problems on the spot and excels at getting himself out of piss-poor scenarios either through sheer luck or a pre-calculated gamble. He's not afraid to rely on his teammates' support either, though he'd rather do things himself most of the time.
  
  In essence, he's a wildcard.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  FNX 45 Tactical
  1 Extra Magazine
  Multitool
  Older Brother's Jacket
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Common Name: Volk
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Novosibirsk Zavod, RCSTO
  Height: 24ft/7.3m
  Land Speed: 55.2mph/88.55kmh
  Thrust Type: Cruise
  Armor Rating: C
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Support Equipment:
  Armor Plating [-3]
  Reinforced Servos [-2]
  Enhanced Ejection Capsule [-1]
  Increased Ammunition Supplies [-1]
  
  Suppression Weapons:
  40mm Autocannon [-3]
  
  Anti-Tank Missile Weapons:
  AGM-114 Hellfire [-1]
  
  Melee Weapons:
  Combat Knife [-2]
  
  Customizations
  Designation: Ranger
  
  

 

[Mechking]

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[Antonio "Lucky" Serejlvik]

["There is always time for jokes."]​

• Basic Record
• Advanced Record
• Generation 3 ETA Preferences

• 
  Essentials
  Full Name: Antonio Serejlvik
  Nicknames: Anton/Clown/Florida Man
  Callsign: "Lucky"
  Age: 34
  Gender: Male
  Country of Origin: USA, Florida
  Previous Military Affiliation: EUNATOCA
  
  Appearance:
  Anton is tall and decently well built. He has a moustache and a stubble as well as brown hair to his shoulders. His appearance rarely fits military standards and he mostly wears engineer garb, even in the field.
  
  Personality:
  
  A hopeless optimist who almost always wears a smile on his face. Anton refuses to take anything seriously and will make jokes even in the most inappropriate situations, especially in battle. He is quite easygoing and likes to assist his battlebrethren. Anton has no use for honor or glory and has refused awards to him in the past. He has made it his lives mission to spread as much joy around as he can, much to the chagrin to those around him. As his jokes aren't known for being the best and nobody has managed to shut him up for long. While Anton isn't a slacker, he also doesn't work more than necessary. But he is still reliable and will not hesitate to dive into danger, as long as he can save one more life.
  
  
  
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  History
  
  Anton had a normal upbringing, for a Floridian at least. A normal family and a normal school life. He was quite optimistic but other than that there really wasn't anything outstanding about him. He graduated and went on to become an engineer. Anton liked machines and while he had the passion and the drive, he still was only a bit above average. As such, he was never able to work on the big government projects, such as DOLMEN.
  
  Things changed for everyone when the meteors hit. Antons family was gone. His home, gone. His workplace, gone. his life, shattered. And while grief and rage consumed him the Starfallen attacked. Something in him broke. Anton had no idea how to deal with the literal apocalypse so he did the only thing he knew how to do: Laugh. And it seemed to help.
  
  Still, Anton knew that laughing at everything would only get you so far, so he enlisted in the military. He became a combat engineer and made repairs in the field. After several months of grueling warfare, he eventually got the callsign "lucky" as wherever he was assigned to seemed to get less casualties. And even if they were overrun, Anton always survived, sometimes hauling others with him back to base.
  
  As he wasn't trained much fro combat, Anton never piloted a T-1 aside from maintenance purposes. He quickly became familiar with them and fell in love with the ETAs. And while he longed to someday pilot his own, he got his wish granted with the arrival of the T-2s.
  
  It was not the ETA he longed for, but the one he got. Initial disappointment quickly faded, mostly because there was no time to complain, as they were send out as soon as they arrived. And despite the T-2s being nicknamed "walking coffins" Anton still survived. Much to the chagrin of his superior officers who got fed up with his constant jokes. So he got pushed around to different battalions and eventually achieved the status of "Wonder 9", in a T-2 no less. Although that would only be discovered after the initial wave of ARES graduates where a big success and they were screening for new candidates. When someone eventually dug through Antons files from the different battalions and realized that he survived quite a high number of battles, he got the invitation for the ARES program.
  
  Anton gladly accepted. While the promise of actual combat training was a good offer, what he was mostly after was his own personal T-3 and the technology that came with it. After being stuck inside a T-2 for so long, he felt as if he finally got his reward.
  
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  
  Anton seems to get quite lucky, surviving situations others wouldn't, landing lucky hits, and taking less damage than he should. If that is actual luck, skill, or something else hasn't been determined yet.
  
  Anton is a medium range specialist, focusing on keeping his distance from the enemies while assisting his teammates. Over time he has gained quite a lot of proficiency with his role.
  
  Anton is an optimist even in the most dire of situations, never breaking down or losing his mind no matter how bad things get.
  
  
  Anton has not had any formal training, as such all of his fighting skills are more or less self-taught and thus quite rough and incomplete.
  
  Anton is not good with with enemies that get too close or too far away, as his aim isn't very precise over long distances and his CQC skills aren't the best.
  
  Anton rarely shuts up, being able to annoy his teammates with his dumb jokes over comms all the time.
  
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  
  Semi-Automatic Shotgun
  Survival kit
  Repair kit
  
  
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  Base Frame
  
  SB-37 Barsuk
  Designation: SB-37
  Common Name: Barsuk
  Role: Multirole Assault
  Design: Novosibirsk Zavod, RCSTO
  Height: 26ft/7.9m
  Land Speed: 43mph/69kmh (nice)
  Thrust Type: Jump Jets
  Armor Rating: C
  Supply Points: 13
  
  Armament & Equipment
  
  Grenade Machinegun x 2
  Hands
  30mm grenade
  

  Shock: C

  Suppression: C

  Penetration: D

  Supply Points: 3 x 2

  Preferred target: Hordes (Small), Groups (Medium)
  
  Anti-Material Rifle x 2
  Shoulders
  25mm AC
  

  Shock: D

  Suppression: D

  Penetration: D

  Supply Points: 1 x 2

  Preferred target: Individuals (Small, Medium)
  
  Wrist Spikes
  Hands
  

  Shock: B

  Suppression: D

  Penetration: C

  Supply Points: 2

  Preferred target: Individuals (Small), Weak Points (Medium, Large)
  
  
  Improved Firefighting Equipment
  Supply Points: 2
  Automated fire fighting equipment.
  
  Increased Ammunition Supplies
  Supply Points: 1
  The amount of ammunition held by most weapons is improved.
  
  
  Customizations
  
  Name: Gremlin
  Modification: Equal speed in all directions
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[The Regal Rper]

• Basic
• Classified Record
• Armor & Equips

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  Name: Aiguo Lee Agresto
  
  Nickname: Gecko, Lucky Charm, Ai, Aggretsuko
  
  Callsign: Caishen
  
  Age: 26
  
  Gender: M
  
  Origin: USA
  
  Prev. Military Division: Marines
  
  Appearance: The only notable long lasting scar he has is the shallow line that goes slightly above his left brow, but even that does nothing to his appearance but add a touch of ruggedness.
  
  Aiguo looks more like someone who belongs in Kpop Idol group instead of squaring up on on hostile fields and slinging slugs at the Starfallen. With hair that falls somewhere between black and brown and an above average height of 5’11, Aiguo's mixed Asian-European heritage gives him a slightly darker tone to his mother but lighter in complexion to his half Italian father and brother’s light olive complexion. His eyes are a bright burning greenish hue taken from his grandmother that shifts to blue in the right light and his ears possess numerous piercings.
  
  Athletically built for speed more so than raw strength, Aiguo possesses a toned build with more muscle defined in his back and legs, giving him a slightly broad shouldered appearance that isn't always noticeable due to his constant use of clothes that seem a size too large. No slacker in the field of martial arts for a guy who spent a majority of his adolescence as a hard gamer, Aiguo possesses various tattoos on him attributed to different media branches, his most obvious one a Kingdom Hearts symbol that rests on his left shoulder, and a DBZ shenron dragon tattoo trails up his right arm to his shoulder.
  
  Personality: As a person Aiguo is studiously diligent, soft spoken, and occasionally loud when the mood strikes him. He's engaging and energetic when he wants to be, as his online persona demonstrates, but that aspect of him belies the fact he's actually quite tame compared to how he behaves outside his more goofy and energetic personality. This distinguishes him greatly from how he acts on the field, even further. Caishen is a large risk taker at almost volatile situations. This is a feature he has been noted for having throughout his years active on the field as a frontliner, with exceptional situational awareness, a trait that has earned him some minor praise if only because every risk he has ever taken, when allowed, has worked out in his favor.
  
  Particularly known for being quite surgically effective in his field work, Caishen is known for a certain degree of cruelty if the moment allows for him. It hasn't been something of immediate concern due to how infrequent it shows up and the fact he has never lost his situational focus to become a detriment on missions. His loyalty to minimizing damages to the team still outweighs the greater rage he holsters within and uses as fuel. Yet still, his occasional savagery has been noted as something to watch out for. Even if he uses the enemy as an outlet.
  
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  Brief
  Known by 23 million subscribers as Caishen or Ai , was born 2011 in New York City. He is known prior to his entry into the military for his gaming, music, and occasional vlogging career on YouTube, Twitch and for making cameos and collaborating on music projects that have made appearances with other works of more prominent content creators. He is also known for updating his content now and then with the inspirational little short regarding his active status.
  
  Greater Detail
  Aiguo Lee Agresto is the youngest to skilled ETA Engineer and Weapons Developer Kazuki Agresto and the highly beloved Kpop musician, Idol Geum of the Mystic Gemrocks, real name: Daiyu Lee. His birth was particularly noted as a surprise to many of Geum’s fans, due to her taking a sudden hiatus framed under health concerns, going private, along with many of the other four members of the Gemrocks group also taking personal hiatus, all due to stalker cases occurring at the time that saw them briefly take a hiatus while they legally dealt with these problems affecting their personal lives.
  
  Aiguo's most nominal appearance in relation to his mother can be attributed to the millions of views received on her post featuring Aiguo in pictures uploaded with him in group photos as an infant with his mother and her friends, the entire Gemrocks group. And a second set of photos with him celebrating with her, the rest of the Gemrocks and family on the day of his community college graduation, two days prior to Tartarus landfall.
  
  Much of Aiguo's early life can be attributed more to his stronger online presence that begins at the age of 14, where in a Esports champions tournament held in Beijing , his team won the championship and can be seen in a video recorded on his mother's personal account. This event is the first instance of him ever using the name Caishen. Aiguo went on to use the handle as he continued his education, which has been noted as being average, with particular skill in his music, arts, math and history academics. As he progressed into high school he created his online presence on YouTube and Twitch, and other media forms as he developed a music and gaming based channel.
  
  It was only after just graduating with an associates in Game Design that everything flipped over.
  
  Starfallen ruined everything; family overseas he had met on vacations were killed, family friends that he knew they lost contact with and there was always news about these extraterrestrial demons that never bode well.
  
  At 21 years old, Aiguo made a post on social media that he would be joining the military. The sudden applause and good luck, though comforting from his community, did nothing for hs morale. He had no interest in really being in the fight against such monsters. He didn't see himself a fighter. His intent wasn't to be on field, but really just to find a field where his artistic efforts could be applied in communications, to raise morale. It was taking the advice of his brother that had him even joining at all. Due to his interest in possibly going abroad to assist he was pushed into the Marines. He had hoped after spending months training under the heavy hand of his cousins support, he would miss out on the action.
  
  Life didn't work that way.
  
  2033, was where he first saw field duty, as a Marine he had been sent out to support operations in a civil evacuation in the Osaka region of Japan. He would spend another deployment in Kyoto. There, he saw things during assisting in evacuation and humanitarian aide that would push him to apply for the EUNOTCA where not only did he score high on the tests but he did surprisingly well in his simulation with using an ETA.
  
  Aiguo would spend several deployments with members of his grad class in Asia, and due to his continued social media coverage as a content creator, his new channel would focus on taking pictures with other ETA members, displaying the tamer more positive sides of the war effort against the Starfallen, he provided comfort to others on some level that not everything was as bleak as coverage by media often made it seem.
  
  Where he would see the greatest notary would be at the Battle of Tokyo. A full on evacuation effort where ETA forced threw themselves up against Swarms, Warriors, and advancing Princes. The battle was brutal, bloody, many of those that Aiguo went with into the battle either didn't make it or died from their injuries. Yet where he gained notary in the battle wasn’t so much about his skill but his strategy in using evacuated parts of the city to their advantage. Evacuated buildings turned into gravestones, charged with detonators that collapsed buildings right on top of some of the more dangerous Starfallen targets. What made this particularly risky was that these plans were set up with Aiguo using himself as bait. These plans, not only minimized the loss life of soldiers in his team and through working with military efforts but by playing cat and mouse games that were highly risky, he was able to maneuver and keep attention in several near-death chases.
  
  Needless to say, Aiguo's field actions during the Battle of Tokyo could be called strokes of luck, luck not everyone that he went to battle with or knew could afford, and if his luck had done him so well so far then it was exactly the kind of thing a ARES pilot could use.
  
  STR & Weakness
  + Skilled marksmanship and CQC
  + High Maneuverability Control On ETA
  + High Analysis and Hand to Eye Coordination
  + Proficient Team Assist
  + Crowd control proficiency
  
  - Aiguo's confidence in his CQC capabilities in an ETA will sometimes see him breaking formation to engage in CQC combat with the enemy. This has been noted as slightly annoying when he doesn't communicate with his team because he will forget that Friendly Fire IRL, can't just be healed with a health pack.
  
  - No Mission will ever take precedence over the lives of himself and his allies, and anyone to argue otherwise immediately becomes someone Aiguo will have no problem challenging. While insubordination is not officially on his record, he has a known history of being very vocal even if respectful, it's part of why some of his hair brained ideas on the Battle of Tokyo were even listened to.
  
  - Long range and tank type enemies are his bane and he becomes more belligerent when having to deal with them.
  
  - If there is a downed ally and they are not dead, Aiguo will not abandon them immediately. It takes pressure and convincing to get him to ditch teammates that are a 'lost cause'. If he can, he might try scooping them up right off the ground so long as his ETA is functional.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  - Custom-Rifle: Scope, US assault rifle.
  - CQC-Weapon: Scimitar, sheathed at the hip
  - Swiss Knife: Thigh sheathed
  - Tactical Items: Goggles with a telescopic tracking system in place to assist with maintaining track of long distance targets. Night vision settings for when darker outside.
  - Metallic thermostat drinking container: For water or Powerade.
  
  
  
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  Hermes
  
  
  Base Frame
  T-330 Fubuki
  Supply Points: 13 points
  
  Armament & Equipment
  Armor- E | 3
  
  Enhanced Ejection Capsule | 1
  
  Custom Medium Melee | 4- Twin axes with spear points that contain a mechanized automatic feature where the shafts of each axe blade can lock together and extend to create a double sided halberd when clamped together or work singularly as dual wielding weapons.
  
  Heavy Machine Gun | 2
  
  Reinforced Servos | 2
  
  Increased Ammunition Supplies | 1
  
  Customizations
  Hermes- initially came in dull gray and black colors before it got into Aiguo's artistic hands. The paint job done for this ETA was a personal project that Aiguo took on over the span of a full month with some assistance from his team and some hired aid. The Mecha displays a smile, that with minor customizations to the paint work, turns into a menacing sneer.
  
  

 

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  fullname

  Alana Rie Nakamoto

  nickname

  Ari, Rie, Ricchi

  callsign

  Hi-Chew

  age

  Twenty-Two (22)

  gender

  Female (she/her)

  Country of origin

  USA

  previous military affiliation

  EUNATOCA

  Rie's short, unassuming form has often lead to misconceptions that she performs clerical duties. Her pink hair is her biggest pride and also the most frequent cause of disciplinary action. Before moving to ARES, she lead the hours in involuntary training amongst the Pacific Islands recruits.

  Rie maintains a facade of optimism and enthusiasm, a product of having worn the cheerful mask since she first entered the social media game years ago. Whether she truly believes it is up in the air, but it doesn't change the fact her default response to most things is a cheeky smile.

  While her antics peg her as a troublemaker, she's fueled by praise and validation from her peers. She's no individualist — her playfulness is meant to distract and cheer rather than express her own opinions. Without clear goals and benchmarks, Rie falters with uncertainty and lack of conviction.

  advanced record

  history

  
  

  
  

  Before the Starfallen, Rie was an average teenager living in Hawai'i whose main claim to fame was her social media presence. Though far from being a household name, 'Ricchi' had enough of a following that they were recognized once or twice a month. She had intentions to attend university out of state, though these plans were cut short when Tartarus' sub-objects destroyed the northern hemisphere.

  
  

  In the relative safety of the islands, Rie, alongside the rest of the population, feigned normalcy. Maybe in these dark times, they could use a cute girl to distract them a bit. Unsurprisingly, some were critical of Rie and her seeming lack of care for the state of the world. In her haste to defend herself, she promised that she would do more when she came of age.

  
  

  She was forced to eat those words when the USA enabled drafts. Her last post for a while was a good-bye as she would soon be undergoing training. Her followers wished her well, joking that she better pilot a pink ETA.

  
  

  Truthfully, she had no plans to put herself in the frontlines as a pilot; she wanted to live, not throw away her life to the Starfallen. Her vivacity wound up backfiring on her as the recruits voluntold the star of their squad to become a symbol of hope for them all. Unable to refuse, she gave in to the peer pressure and underwent training to pilot one.

  
  

  While Rie's skills initially seemed above average at best, she had a knack for selecting the right teammates for a sortie and keeping morale up when things seemed grim. She followed orders, did her job, and most of all, survived.

  
  

  Even if survival meant living with the phantom stickiness of one hot summer day and a pocketful of melted candy. Oops.

  
  

  
  

  advanced record

  strengths & weaknesses

  
  

  
  

  Much of Rie's strength lies in her ability to take in details. While she's no master strategist or ace pilot, she's able to estimate damage and numbers at a glance, relaying it to someone who'd be better able to make use of it. As a result, she's a teamplayer suited to the frontlines where she can feed live data. There's never any danger of worrying if she would break formation or protocol, as she has standard maneuvers and Plans A to F memorized like the back of her hand.

  
  

  Unfortunately, in the event where the chain of command is broken, Rie's lack of self-confidence rears its ugly head and she's frozen by indecision. In the battlefield, each second wasted on hesitating meant another step closer to death. Whether in comedy or combat, imrov has never been her strong suit.

  
  

  
  

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  on-foot equipment

  
  

  
  

  Standard Issue M18
  Multitool
  Bag of Candy
  Rappelling Equipment
  Common Over-the-Counter Medicines
  Epipen

  
  

  
  
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  Bubble Burst (BB)

  T-3 Hurricane

  01

  General Purpose Machine Gun

  03

  Autocannon

  03

  Autocannon

  02

  Light Melee - Knuckles

  02

  Improved Firefighting Equipment

  01

  Enhanced Ejection Capsule

  01

  Increased Ammunition Supplies

  BB sports a custom pink and green color scheme, making the joke a reality. Being equipped with two Autocannons sounds like overkill for group suppression, but it allows Rie to focus on larger Starfallen if necessary.

 

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〔 PARIS D'ALARIE 〕
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• 《 Basic Record 》
• 《 Advanced Record 》
• 《 Generation 3 ETA Preferences 》

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  Essentials
  Full Name:〈 Paris Cappetta d'Alarie 〉
  Callsign:〈 POLARIS 〉
  Age:〈 19 〉
  Gender:〈 Female 〉
  Country of Origin:〈 France 〉
  Previous Military Affiliation: 〈 United Gunrunner's Network 〉
  「 The United Gunrunners Network, known just as the Gunrunners, are a PMC based in the RCSTO. Active internationally in both front-lines defense and internal black-ops work, they are well known for producing high-quality ETA Pilots by simply accepting anybody who requests a go in the cockpit. Almost anybody can become a novice Gunrunner...but only the few diamonds in the rough will live long enough to become one of the truly professional Gunrunners. To the UGN, this is a fair trade. They really mean it when they say that they'll accept anybody—from kids too young to enlist to convicts with nowhere else to go—because for every 100 of their dead pilots? At least one will go on to become something truly exceptional. Novice Gunrunners are given Generation 2 ETAs made from the scrap of other destroyed Generation 2's. Veteran Gunrunners, on the other hand, are given custom Generation 1 ETAs. 」
  
  Appearance:
  Paris d'Alarie stands at approximately 5ft 5in / 168cm tall, and weighs approximately 126lbs. Her hair is naturally a warm autumn-brown, but she's dyed it a soft white with UGN's iconic blue at the roots. Generally seen with a smile, or some other kind of vibrant expression. Though Paris seems relatively lithe for an ETA Pilot, in reality Paris is actually deceptively in-shape—enough so that she can pass any military test with flying colors. Paris spends 2.5 hours a day training her body; alternating between aerobic exercises, swim exercises, and weight-lifting exercises. Paris has fantastic heart and lungs training, good grip strength, and high stamina.
  
  If one was to ask Paris why she so thoroughly regulates her muscle mass despite the rigorous exercise, she would simply say that astronauts aren't meant to be beefcakes.
  
  Personality:
  Paris is, without a doubt, the most unrelentingly cheerful person you'll ever meet on the battlefield.
  
  Thanks to her inability to feel fear—the result of exclusive and complete bilateral amygdala destruction—Paris is a complete stranger to feelings like stress or anxiety. Even in life-threatening situations...Paris is outright incapable of responding in desperation or anger. But not only does Paris experience less negative emotions than your average ETA Pilot, but she outright has higher dopamine hits than anybody else! Which leaves you with the infamous the Paris d'Alarie of the Gunrunners; a highly outgoing, super-friendly individual who takes no foul to anything that's said to her. She's been likened to being the human equivalent to a golden labdrador.
  
  Of course...behind that incessantly bubbly exterior, however, is still a person with her own worries and concerns. Paris is, admittedly, HORRIBLE at recognizing negative social cues. She can't really recognize fear (much less connect to it). She doesn't understand things like how people don't want to be talked to when they have headphones on, or that you shouldn't stand nose-to-nose against someone while maintaining direct eye-contact. Because she won't do those things—but only because she knows she shouldn't, not because she understands why. Even when someone she knows dies...Paris struggles to feel the same grief others do. And there are times where Paris knows that someone may hate her for reacting differently. And Paris knows that she can't do anything to change it. But through all of that,
  
  Paris is just a 19 year-old-girl with brain damage, trying to see her one dream through before she runs out of time. Paris understands better than anybody else to enjoy your life while it lasts—and even if every day may bring a new battle to her, she'll unabashedly live each one like its her last.
  
  
• 
  History
  "I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine."
  - Neil Armstrong
  
  Paris d'Alarie has always had everything.
  Born in the beautiful town of Colmar to parents Grace and Henri d'Alarie, Paris was blessed of a childhood free from any kind of struggle. Her parents are some of the sweetest people you'll ever meet—and as the owners of one of the town's best Alsatian restaurants, money was always flowing in. All Paris had to do was to just enjoy the days as they came. Running all around town, playing with her friends...reading through her favorite books by the canal, over and over again....helping out in the shop (and, of course, getting promptly kicked out for making a mess). Honestly, if you had to ask what Paris's saddest memory was throughout all of her childhood? It'd probably just be all the times she wasn't allowed to ride the tourist trains. Such was the easy life Paris had.
  
  A bright, friendly town. A pair of loving, supporting parents. All the money they could ever need to live comfortable lives.
  And a life expectancy of 16 years.
  
  Born with anaplastic astrocytoma in her frontal lobe, Paris has lived her whole life not knowing. When the treatments will stop being effective. When the tumor's growth will just become too wild, too fast. When her time would be up. Indeed...Paris had everything she could have ever wanted. As much money as she could ever need. Universal love and support from those around her. Paris could go anywhere...see anything, DO anything. Indeed—Paris d'Alarie has always had everything but time! Throughout her entire childhood...that one question haunted her: "What do you want to do before you die? What do you need to do to die satisfied?" And for a time...Paris almost thought she would never know the answer. As a matter fact, as she reached her preteens, she almost gave up entirely...resigning herself to be content with the everything she already had.
  
  It was a simple novel that saved her from this fate. It's name—From the Earth to the Moon and Around It, by a certain Jules Verne.
  
  Before she dies—Paris was going to see the world from above. To experience the deepest, and most powerful part of the human experience. To reach the peak of life. That was the wish Paris settled on—her new, life-long ambition. Of course, Paris knew from the moment she told her parents that they were worried about it. Not many people ever got to go into space...and...who knew if she would even live that long to see it through? But that was exactly why Paris threw herself into chasing her dream. Into preparing for a cosmonaut program in whatever ways she could! Be it rigorously training her body, dedicating herself to academics, trying to meet any and all requirements for an astronaut program as fast as possible...it was because Paris didn't know how long she had, that she couldn't waste time hesitating. To her? This, in itself, happiness.
  
  Except space came to her before she came to it. And it at least answered Paris's question of whether or not she was going to be able to meet some awesome aliens.
  So. You want to go to the Moon, but any chance you had of going is now dead in the ground. In fact...as long as these Starfallen are around, they may never send someone to space AGAIN! Which, really, really sucks for you, since you can't exactly just wait for humanity to win the war. Also, that war may very well kill you before you even see it through! Which, honestly, should have been your first thought about all of this anyways. So what do you do in this situation? Obviously, you just have to make these Starfallen guys leave yourself!
  So. You've decided to become an ETA Pilot! After all, an ETA is BASICALLY like a spaceship anyways, right? It's basically, like. The 2nd best thing out there. And once the Starfallen are gone, you'll probably have another shot at being sent into space. Who knows! You may even GET to fight in space! Also, your parents won't die! Sweet. Except. Problem is: you're still 17 at this point. Not old enough to enlist just yet, and not even old enough to drink! But again, you don't have time to waste waiting. So what do you do in this situation? Well...
  ...You go for whoever will take a 17-year-old girl with slight brain damage.
  
  Such was the thought process that led Paris d'Alarie to enlisting in the PMC known as the United Gunrunner Network...the ONLY place that would take a 17-year-old girl with slight brain damage. Such was also the thought process that would get most other 17-year-old girls with slight brain damage killed in the first five minutes of their first sortie. But Paris didn't. In terms of both physical demands and systems expertise, Paris was more equipped than any of the other Gunrunner Recruits for the demands of an ETA cockpit. That alone was enough to get her past through first five minutes. It was enough to even get her through a sortie, albeit with a bit of luck.
  
  But Paris d'Alarie didn't become a Miracle 9 by just surviving her sorties.
  
  It was on August 19th, during the Battle for Orleans—viscous, 2-hour straight battle to beat back the hordes of Starfallen coming down south from the British Isles—that it became clear how Paris became a Wonder 9. During that battle...20 total ETAs were deployed. 6 were Generation 1 ETAs from EUNATACO's own nearby forces. 14 were Generation 2 ETAs from the Gunrunner's back-up forces. And out of the 20 ETAs deployed that day,
  Just one returned alive.
  Some would just call it a stroke of luck that they survived. Most others, a miracle that the ETA was even standing by the end of it. The last ETA's arm had been completely ripped off; all of its munitions had run out long before the last Starfallen dropped dead; the cockpit itself had been torn open, forcibly and violently, exposing the pilot inside. And yet. Even still...not once did Paris d'Alarie feel fear during the entire battle. Not once did she hesitate to fight on; not once did she slow down in her carnage. Not even when the Starfallen looked her right in the eyes. It was on her 6th Sortie, by age 18...that France realized the genius that was Paris d'Alarie—a prodigy pilot unable to feel any kind of fear.
  
  Thanks to her defense of Orleans, Paris has become of of France's most prolific ETA Pilots. Recognized across EUNATACO as a young prodigy—her irregular age considered as proof of her natural talent rather than proof of her urgency—she's become quite a valuable mercenary for the Gunrunners. But Paris is okay with that, too! The fame and glory and propaganda didn't really matter to her, after. Few things have ever fazed Paris, since the day she settled on her dream. Not even the carnage that surrounds her, in all of the death and all of the tragedy, can faze her. The only thing that's truly important to her...is her dream.
  
  Ares, too, is just another step towards it. Because Paris has it all. She was blessed with a happy childhood in a beautiful town; she was blessed with healthy, supporting parents; she was blessed by financial security, taken care of each step of the way; she was blessed even with natural talent at piloting ETAs. The only thing Paris d'Alarie has ever, ever lacked...
  
  ...is time.
  
  Pilot Strengths and Weaknesses
  Without a doubt, Paris's strongest weapon is her lack of fear. Thanks to her unshakable composure, Paris is able to keep a keen eye on the battlefield—relying on her detection equipment to fight almost as if she has a sixth sense. Using this battlefield awareness, the agility of her reinforced servos, and her sheer skills in the cockpit...Paris is able to maintain a fighting style that is equal parts agile, and heavy-handed. As a Pilot, Paris never slows down when making split-second decisions, nor does she lose herself to the heat of battle. Unquestioning and unhesitating, she is a reliable heavy-hitter that always sees her orders through. She particularly excels at predicting enemy movements in a 3D environment, mostly utilizing this ability to make use of her otherwise inefficient Excess Blade.
  
  However, Paris's greatest weakness isn't in her fighting style, but in her mind. While her damaged amygdala allows her to fight without panic, Paris lacks any kind of danger assessment thanks to her lack of fear response. This means...though Paris has great battlefield awareness, she has no ability whatsoever to know when to pull out of a fight without being told to. While her skills have been enough so far to keep her from dying like a moron (long enough for her to become a Miracle 9 at her age), this complete lack of survival instincts only puts her in more danger during higher-risk missions with less room for error. Paris requires extra resources and attention during Sorties to ensure she doesn't engage in fights that amount to suicide—or worse, drag her entire team into further danger.
  
  As a failsafe to safeguard Paris, her ETA's Ejection Capsule can be forcibly activated by outside forces. Paris is not allowed to remove this.
  
  On-Foot Equipment
  〈 CZ Shadow 2 Pistol (Blue) 〉
  A 9mm sports pistol famed for shooting accurately, consistently, and quickly. Lacks a punch in exchange for reliability. Paris bought it because it fits her blue aesthetic.
  〈 Family Photo 〉
  An old, worn photo. Paris and her parents are smiling for a camera as a rocket takes off in the background. The back is labeled:
  ' MAMA AND PAPA ♡
  GUIANA SPACE CENTRE '
  〈 UGN Dogtags 〉
  ' D'ALARIE
  PARIS C.
  2478
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  CATHOLIC '
  
  
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  Base Frame
  Base Frame:〈 SB-37 Barsuk 〉
  Role:〈 Skirmisher 〉
  Design:〈 Novosibirsk Zavod, RCSTO 〉
  Height:〈 26ft / 7.9m 〉
  Land Speed:〈 43mph/69kmh 〉
  Thrust Type:〈 Cruise 〉
  Armor Rating:〈 C 〉
  
  Armament & Equipment
  EXCESS BLADE — "GUILLOTINE" (Heavy Melee, 6 Supply Points)
  A greatsword made from excess recycled ETA scrap. This slow and unwieldy weapon is usually seen as the worst of the worst amongst the Gunrunners' arsenal—a death sentence for those given it. However, with the right timing and positioning, it is unparalleled in executing Starfallen.
  
  MICRO ROCKET LAUNCHER (Unguided Rockets, 1 Supply Point)
  Ten 57mm rockets. Limited armor-penentration, modest blast radius. Effective against groups of small and medium Starfallen, and against the weak points of large Starfallen.
  
  THRUSTER IMPROVEMENT (Support, 3 Supply Points)
  Improve the thruster type of your ETA by 1 step to a maximum of Supermaneuver.
  
  HIGH QUALITY DETECTION EQUIPMENT (Support, 3 Supply Points)
  Detection software includes radar, IR, and vibration detection.
  
  Customizations
  〔 DIAMANT 〕
  For a SB-37 Barsuk, DIAMANT is slightly more rounded around the edges—this is to compliment the added agility of the Improved Thrusters. Due to Paris's inability to determine when to withdraw, her Ejection Capsule can be forcibly activated from outside sources as a failsafe.