Name: Corinne Shourichi (紅 勝利路)

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Job: MAX FIRE 1st Independent Special Squadron Commander, Robot Pilot

Personality: Corinne is a cocky, commanding young woman with an indefatigable will and awe-inspiring presence. While she likes to take a step back from any personal relationships with those under her command when possible, she is a charismatic leader seized with a singular, forceful - some would say downright demented - sense of humanism and passion for victory. While she likes to think of herself as a just woman, in truth justice is merely one cornerstone of her endless, one-sided quest to better humanity by bringing it to what she perceives as her level. This megalomania, bordering on a god complex, can translate into devil-may-care recklessness with ease, and despite her earned statue as a leader and her desire to lead, that fearlessness is most often manifested in a hot-headed, stubborn desire to ever allow for an inch of lost ground; death, similarly, is an exit ramp for quitters. In a similar attempt to feed her flair for the dramatic, she will often wear an ornate silver mask into battle or around the fortress, disguising the top two thirds of her face from view from others for the sake of pure entertainment and to cultivate an atmosphere of other-worldliness.

On her off time, Corinne enjoys a good drink, pop music, drawing, high-stakes poker, and bare knuckle boxing.

Skills: A gifted drinker, artist, and combat athlete with a propensity for striking. A crack shot with most weaponry at a gun range in her free time, though given her country and the sheer size of her prey, this skill goes underutilized most of the time. Enjoys modeling. Enjoys poker. Enjoys swimming. Enjoys baseball. Hates golf. Preternaturally skilled at flirting with men. Preternaturally skilled at flirting with women. Open to gender non-binary or otherwise spooky Ougis if applicable.

Short Bio: The implacable commander began life as an ordinary, if extraordinarily ebullient, child on the Japanese mainland. Her mother had French ancestry somewhere back along the line, but otherwise Corinne was a Japanese child like any other, growing up in a miraculous era of prosperity for a country only two generations removed from the Empire's brutal defanging. Born into a life of relative privilege thanks to well-to-do parents, the young Corinne balanced decent studies (although underachieving for a student with such a dynamic and creative mind) with a zest for new adventure and thrills that eventually led to her purchasing a Celica XX (with onboard nav! The future was here!) and racing it through the streets of Yokohama for kicks through most of her teens and early twenties as a way to make some side income. Though a talented racer who placed in 70% of the races she entered and had a sizable collection of pink slips ripe for the claiming at any time, her real claim to fame came from being able to slip away from any chase, on any street, at any time - a ghost to the National Capital Region's law enforcement.

It said a lot about her skills that when she was busted, it wound up being at her parents' hand after arriving at home late one night.

During a two month jail stay until her parents would pay her find the bored, disdainful girl found herself studying military history and tactics, among other subjects, in the jail library. When she got out, on a curious whim, she enrolled in the military. It was within a year of that fateful decision to enlist that the monsters began emerging from the depths, bringing hell from the oceans in a seemingly mindless quest to destroy humanity. Grind humanity, humans like her, to death underneath their twisted synthetic feet as they stampeded across the face of human civilization and accomplishment.

Enraged at the hubris of these demons, Corinne rose up to fight them - and, in some minute way, succeeded. as she did indeed, somehow, drive to the docks of Yokohama in her Celica XX and open fire with a black market semi-automatic rifle. Astoundingly, she not only survived to tell the tale, but hounded the creature for several city blocks before making an escape when the creature's corpse finally toppled under the weight of the military's full frontal assault. The street racer had once again escaped certain disaster like a ghost, but once again, she was sold out by those who witnessed the tail end of her exploits; by now, several cities had come under attack from the mysterious creatures, and Higini Somporn had harvested the first small batches of Etherion and waxed optimistic about the substance's properties. Desperately in need of pilots for Somporn's mad quest, the local survivor of the Yokohama Miracle Mile was drafted first as a tester for one of the guardian's central pieces, then as a full-time pilot, and finally as a pilot coordinator - serving as one of the liaisons who would be picking and choosing the other pilots who would be taking the fight to the monsters alongside her.

Name: Hazel Ada Stoll
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Job: MAX FIRE First Independent Special Squadron Pilot
Personality: Quiet. Not in the sense of ‘doesn’t talk much’, but in the sense of ‘doesn’t talk at all’. Hazel’s commentary, if she gives it, comes almost entirely in the way of expressions, signs, or typed text. If the option is available. She manages to seem dry and sarcastic anyway. She isn’t particularly unfriendly, just generally disinterested in people. Unless she’s actually doing her job she’s most likely to find a quiet corner somewhere to sit with her laptop, if not retreating to her own quarters entirely. She’ll ‘talk’, if you can understand her and you have something interesting to say, but people just don’t seem to be her priority. Unlike most of MAX FIRE, who seems humanistic in the extreme, one kind of gets the impression that Hazel is just along for the robots.

Her job, however, is where passion and profession intersect. Hazel is absolutely, immeasurably fascinated with her mecha. Not just her mecha, but everyone’s mecha. It’s the one subject that will get her full attention without fail, and the only one that seems to really fire up the relatively lethargic pilot. It was what brought her to MAX FIRE’s attention, after all, when she tried to access files on the machines for her own curiosity. She will converse for hours on end with anyone in the know about them, or even about the fictional machines that inspired them, given the chance. Not everyone welcomes this, and she’ll depart without complaint if she gets the feeling people would prefer to be left alone, but such talks are one of her most humanizing traits.

Even when it comes to her teammates, she seems to prefer people in the abstract sense than the real.
Skills: Significant knowledge of computer systems, as evidenced by her unlawful entry to MAX FIRE’s records. If you were to read her list of charges like a job application it’d showcase technical skill, a preternatural grasp of social engineering (for someone who doesn’t talk), a knack for operational planning, and the ability to improvise when the plan goes awry. Said improvisation included a semi-successful attempted hijacking of one of Prometheus’ components, a big piece of what landed her the gig.

Hazel isn’t much of a fighter by herself, most of her self defense amounting to pulling every dirty trick in the book and running like hell, but she’s definitely got a knack for operating her machine. What she lacks in formal understanding of tactics seems to be made up for by an understanding of every mecha trope in the book, and the willingness to test things out on the fly. Where others might not succeed, she gets by using an ever-broadening understanding of her machine’s limits and potential.

How well she works in a more cohesive team remains to be seen.
Short Bio: Exactly where Hazel A. Stoll came from is a little unclear, mostly because the girl won’t say much. Records of her attendance at university corroborate her recent history, but only stretching back a few years or two; a fairly unremarkable academic record, but not one that matches up with the intelligence she displays. If anything the school seems mostly to have been a way of accessing better resources. No one that has pressed on the matter has managed to dig much deeper.

What is clear is that she’s very good at finding out things she wants to know, and this trait brought her to MAX FIRE. Whispers about what Higini Somporn was working on reached her ears, enough to make her decide that she had to know. So over the better part of a year she researched MAX FIRE painstakingly, using what networked resources she could access to study her target. Transportation of raw materials, delivery dates, bureaucratic structure, floor plans filed with local government, any little tidbit she could find, coerce, dig up or steal. Everything she found seemed to keep pointing to the same thing, so she made a plan.

Through means not entirely known (Hazel isn’t talking) she breached the Science Fortress’ perimeter under the guise of a contractor, accessed the facility, bypassed the guards on site, the facility’s physical security, and actually gained access to the Prometheus compound.

Buuut skill only gets you so far, especially when you’re dealing with effective security. Caught redhanded Hazel tried to commit grand theft mecha to make good her escape, but was apprehended. Quite stunningly, depending on who you ask, given that it ended in the ISS’ captain dragging her from the cockpit.

Between how she accessed the compound and how she managed to get anywhere trying to steal a mech, MAX FIRE had some questions for her. A long hour ensued before her would-be interrogators figured out that she didn’t speak, not that she refused. Not that she was talkative once they got an interpreter that understood American Sign Language. It’s a little uncertain who pulled what strings, but rather than being tossed to the police for a decades-long-timeout Hazel was given a choice first. Work with MAX FIRE to help keep someone else from doing what she did, and be entered into the candidate pool for pilots or cool her heels in a cell.

Hazel eagerly took the offer.