Name: Masur Novlic
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Class: Lower
Appearance:
Personality: Masur, despite his intimidating build has a bit of a submissive personality. A result of his childhood and heritage, he’s “amiable” to most people and rarely speaks his mind, keeping to himself for the most part. Largely pacifistic, one can beat and batter Masur with words or fists and the large boy won’t react. Thus he’s been labeled one with a subservient personality, someone who can’t think for himself. Truth is though; Masur only cares for his survival, regardless of how he gets it. If he has to suffer a bit to stay alive and free, then so be it.
In Frames though, his personality shifts, just a tad though. Still submissive and servant-like as usual, but his actions seem to have a stronger will behind them. He’s skilled at piloting the Frames, a prodigy no doubt, but he’s “modest” preferring to simply let actions on the field prove his skill.
The lad, while partially illiterate due to his upbringing, is quite bright even if he can’t show it. Capable of absorbing and understanding a large variety of information, from theories to the more practical ideas, he’s got potential. Largely introverted, even when he has ideas and plans it’s immensely difficult for him to speak them.
Alliance: Himself
Fighting Style: Outside of Frames, Masur rarely fights, taking blows because he knows he can. His stature and build is quite large and there is no lack of muscle on the boy. On the very rare occasions he does get aggravated enough to fight, he fights in a similar manner to the Frame, focusing on heavy blows that end the fights quickly.
In Frames, it is easy to see Masur is confident in his skills. Diving into any mission or orders given without hesitation, he fulfills his task to the best of his abilities. Whether it be cutting through enemy lines, running distractions or covering a retreat.
Position: Vanguard
History: Born on one of the many Plates in the world, Masur wasn’t so much a person as much as an object, owned by the higher ups. His family worked the mines, harvesting Flux day in and day out. As soon as he could, Masur was put to work alongside the rest of his family, learning the ropes of the trade over “trivial” things such as education or such. Yet when the boy was put into a Frame for the first time in his life, it seemed no education would be needed. A natural at piloting the Frame, certainly there wasn’t much skill one needed to mine Flux, but his skill caught the eyes of certain people.
Pulled from the mines when he was just over 13 years old, Masur was taken in by one of the more influential families in the Plate. Certainly life didn’t change all that drastically for him, work changed to training, and the conditions got a bit better, but little else. Trained to be a fighter, a gladiator for the family, Masur was thrown into his first Tournament when barely 14. He didn’t slaughter his way to victory, but his placement was admirable, even a miracle some said for a child of his age.
That was how he lived his life for the next few years. He alternated between working in the mines when his performance couldn’t live up to expectations and living a life of relative comforts when he could. Locusts would soon change that. While Masur was relatively aware of their existence, a lack of education meant he only heard what was passed around by word and mouth. They were monsters, creatures bent on the destruction of humanity, or so he had heard. The boy quickly found out the truth.
Two years ago, an engagement between Locusts and the United Nations Army occurred near the Plate where Masur lived. The engagement was a victory for the UN Army, but not a complete one as the herd scattered before it could be completely destroyed by the UN. A sizable division, totalling several hundred Locusts, broke off and were headed straight for the Plate. A defense force, if it could be called that, was scraped together out of what Pilots could be found. Masur happened to be pulled into it, aged 17 at the time. He also happened to be one of the only survivors of the four dozen Frames that had bunkered down to fight against, what might have well been a tide of monsters.
Makeshift weapons clashed against flesh. Their makeshift traps slowed down the horde, but even then explosions marked his “comrades” death. Masur doesn’t remember much of what happened, it was explained as PTSD by one of the men who had surrounded him upon his awakening. According to them, he had been found combating what remained of the Locust forces upon the UN’s Rapid Response Forces arrival. A kill count of nearly three dozen Locusts, they had said, apparently very impressed by the number. Extending an offer for Masur to join the UN, he accepted, not knowing what else he could do with his life.
It’s been two years now since the incident and Masur has passed UN training to become a full-fledged Frame pilot. Life wasn’t easy for Masur, especially in classrooms where he was unable to function. Still with a bit of help on the side, he managed to get through the classes, if just barely. Even after graduating, he spends much of his time around the library, trying to catch up on many of the things he never experienced. Well he did at the least, before he was assigned to Juliet-3. Now he's in the midst of travelling there right now. What awaits him there?