Name: Nenatalev Kabal
Appearance: Six foot tall, well toned muscles, and amble breasts makes Nenatalev an intimidating girl to see, even without her military regalia and sword, compliments of her father's Mercenary corps. She has a North European appearance, which - if she wasn't so dam scary - would make her look pretty dam beautiful. She has short blond hair, and pale skin, with a face of hard beauty, like a marble statue.
Rarely seen outside the military scruffs that most of her father's men wear, she can occasionally, when the situation calls for it, wear more elegant dresses and other such clothing, but it is rare and she doesn't like them.
Age: Twenty Eight
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Personality: Nenatalev likes to smirk. She does it a lot, and can portay a lot of emotions with her smirking. Scaring some guy witless with a stare? Smirking time. Soles worn through so she can feel the earth beneath her feet? Smirking time. Finding a mutated bug in her rations that tries to eat her face....well, that is time for a bit of shrieking. Despite her looks, she isn't made of stone, and can react to stimuli, she just prefers not to most of the time. She never got into any of the vices that most soldiers have, finding smoking not to be her thing, and not liking the taste of many of the alcoholic beverages. She is, however, like most who grow up in the company of mercenaries, she does swear copiously and enjoy the hubba-bubba of the world, being suspicious if things are to quiet.
Dispite the look about her, she does want to help the helpless in the world, while scolding them for their helplessness and telling them to rise up and grab freedom with both hands, but that doesn't stop her desire to help people. It just makes her a bit of an ass while doing it.
Backstory: Nenatalev was born on the road as a battlefield brat, and that was how she lived from day one. She spent her young years learning to talk, walk, and read. But, as soon as she was able to do all of them, she was trained in her father's trade of gun and knife, or occasionally sword. And even one or two NCs, but they had a group of Anti-NC Gunners rather than enough NCs to combat them head on. There was one NC called 'Scarlet Rose' but nobody had the right level of Syncronicy to work it's specialized features. Along with it's lack of ranged weaponry and slim armour, Rose was mostly used as a pack mule rather than a weapon, until a young Nena came along.
Like most, she was put into Rose to see if she could work it, and as it turned out, she could. Very well. Her Syncronisty was very high, which allowed her to use the robot as if it was a second skin, and she loved it, but she quickly came to learn that the Syncronisty, much like the main weapon, was a double-edged sword. There were strange feelings about when she was inside, and any sort of mistep caused her to feel it, and it hurt. Not that that made her any less hyped at being the pilot, using it practically everywhere, and almost ignoring the dangers it posed, until one day, when she nearly passed out. Nena had been scouting ahead on a large building, and then decided that instead of climbing down, she'd just jump off to the ground. Upon landing the near-thirty foot drop, it felt like her legs were going to break, and that sudden shock dazed her for quite a while.
She was then recovered by her father and the foot-scouts, and that was a lesson she never forgot, to be wary of her own limitations, as well as those of her robots. Two things she came to know very well over the next couple of years. However, she didn't use the NC exclusively, training her body and her skill with the sword that was so prevalant, so she could be more fluid and accurate with it's use while inside the NC, and she didn't have to soley rely on said NC. Like good mercenaries, they got into a lot of fights, both hired and with the wandering bandits of the blighted world. She learned about the primary feature of Scarlet Rose, quite possibly even the reason it had an unpowered weapon as it's only offensive measure. It turned Rose into a blast to pliot, no more worrying, no more targets of oppitunity, ambush, and stealth as well as an NC could manage. She used it as it was meant to be, a large robot with a large sword.
The Mercenary group eventually found themselves in the old Smith's Rest, since renamed New Anchorage. A quick look around made it clear it was somewhere Nena wanted to stay around, and help. She might have been a snarky cow about it, but she liked helping people. So, her father decided that that was a noble persuit, and let her stick around with Scarlet, joking that it was good to know where his daughter was in case he ever wanted to come and get her. So after the company left, Nena stuck around with her NC, keeping the scruffs from her father's company to remind her of her roots.
Tactical Preference & Skills: Purely CQC due to the weaponry constraints of her robot, and no spare power to add even a small projectile-based weapon, Nena is a woman who is very up close and personal, in a fight or in real life. The NC's main feature allows her to charge into combat and start cleaving people in half, giving her quite a Berserkgang approach to combat. The fluid, light-weight of her NC puts manvouerability and fast speeds above most else, making her movements elegant and swift, more akin to a person wearing a metal skin than plioting a large robot.
Notes: Even outside of her NC, Nenatalev boasts considerable skill in Kenjutsu, but has never learned much more than basic use of a firearm, so she is not very good in open plain combat, but is great when ambushing the enemy, as she knows exactly where to hit to kill someone in a way to prevent their screams.
She loves chicken, and hates peanuts. Currently conflicted about peanut chicken.
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