Name:
Elsa Ariella

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Appearance:


Rank:
PFC

Class:
Engineer

Weapons and Equipment:
Galian S1
Ragnaid
A belt of grenades
A semi-large flask

Personality:
Elsa is a very determined young woman. She grew up in the shadow of a great engineer and as such has always striven to prove herself just as good as her father. However, this dedication to proving her excellence doesn't stop at engineering. Those that challenge her know to be weary as she has a completely insatiable desire to improve both efficiently and quickly. Elsa - among peers has been typically viewed as a little sister. Her mother figures it's because she cares so much about improving that others tend to look down upon her without reason. Elsa has been known to have a couple of... Unique attributes. When her father passed away while she was fifteen years old she took up an early bad habit of excessive drinking. She has continued this and carries her father's flask with her at all times, however she refuses to drink when she believes battle is approaching. During downtime she can typically be found stargazing, drinking, playing cards or doing all of the above.

Bio:
Elsa was born into an intelligent and highly capable family. Her father was an engineer and her mother was a nurse. Growing up, Elsa's parents wanted for Elsa to become a nurse - like her mother. But even as an infant Elsa showed far more interest in her father's business. She was constantly creating things, drawing schematics for things like a mobile, and by the time she had turned just six years old - her father had relented and allowed her to being pursuing her dream as an engineer. In order to understand Elsa and her passion, one must truly know her father. He was a true god of the machines and surrounded himself by his creations and current projects. It was when Elsa was approximately ten years old that he allowed her to become a large part of those projects.

For a long time, or what felt like it to little Elsa, she was the mastermind behind the projects while her father was the one who went and actually put it together. While her father had a bit more control than Elsa realized, that was largely how it went. He saw to it that Elsa attended the best classes and was attaining the highest grades possible and on top of all that Elsa maintained a largely healthy social life with her friends at school. However, when Elsa turned fifteen years old her father began to grow very ill. He told her not to worry that much, that by the time she was sixteen he will have lived out his life dream regardless of his early death - seeing his daughter grow up before his eyes.

He passed away two weeks before Elsa's sixteenth birthday.

A downwards spiral is the hardest for a pilot to pull out of and it is because of this every time Elsa attempted to she veered off in a random direction no better than her original trajectory. She found herself drinking, sometimes even at bars that she could get into. She found herself cutting ties with her compatriots - and the ones she kept around were no better company then the people she found at the bar. She was numb in every sense of the word. She even found herself in a relationship that meant nothing to her, she simply lied down for the young man, he did the rest.

It was when Elsa turned seventeen years old, walking home to an unpleasant evening with her boyfriend that she saw recruiting posters, she immediately sought out a recruiting officer and for a brief window of time in which they linked eyes, her father was reflected back in them. She signed up within the hour and was single by the time she got home. Passion has been rediscovered through the war.

RP Sample:
The breeze picked up flickering through the strands of hair that found themselves matted down onto Elsa’s forehead with sweat. The girl sat inside a garage that opened onto a main road. She brought a greased wrist up to her forehead and replaced the perspiration with the oil from a vehicle she had been repairing. The girl's mother popped her head in from around the entrance to the garage. The words she was looking for, however, were not in that garage. Her mother left leaving a small sandwich in her place, supposedly for Elsa to eat. Elsa noticed her prior affront and rubbed her hands off on her overalls – casually dusting them off and reaching for her small flask of whiskey. She took a small sip and coughed violently. She forcefully put the flask back on the small table beside the vehicle and wiped her fast-reddening eyes.

Elsa put her head back into the hood of the vehicle, twisting and pulling at different parts as hard as she could. Her hand was in so much pain. But it was nothing, not compared to what she was feeling. She hated every single piece of that vehicle – and yet, she was determined to make sure it was the best functioning vehicle this side of Europa. Her father would’ve liked that a lot more than staring at the same piece of junk that she was looking at.