[center][color=Sienna][b]C H A R A C T E R   A P P L I C A T I O N[/b][/color][/center]
[hider=Dinah Portrait][img]https://i.imgur.com/psEjbzT.png[/img][/hider]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[color=Sienna]Dinah Partanen[/color]

[b]Callsign:[/b]
[color=Sienna]"Pigeon", alternately, "Geode Queen"[/color]

[b]Character Archetype:[/b]
[color=Sienna]Pollyanna Tomboy (alternately, [b]Loner with a Heart of Gold[/b])[/color]

[b]Character’s Guiding Motto:[/b]
[color=Sienna]"They only accept the likable and the useful, so be both!"[/color]

[b]Character’s Fatal Flaw:[/b]
[color=Sienna][b]Can't afford to look weak[/b][/color]

[b]Character’s Expertise:[/b]
[color=Sienna][b]Acrobatics[/b], [b]Appraisal[/b], [b]Engineering[/b][/color]

[b]Nationality/Allegiance:[/b]
[color=Sienna]Illyrian Palatinate/Current Employer[/color]

[b]Background:[/b]
[color=Sienna]The Partanens were among Blommestein Province's few hardy stragglers who didn't perish when Alpheratz cut support to its fledgling colonies. They migrated from the Outworlds Alliance across Houses Kurita and Marik for the Illyrian Palatinate, which was too removed from events to enact migration controls over the matter. They settled the capital's furthest reaches, bleak moors and marshes where no souls trod. The common pastime for such outcasts, in fact the founding principle behind Illyria, was the hunt for Star League caches. Already experienced in foraging and scrimping to survive, they reaped (barely) more fortune than their peers.

The collapsed Outworld education system rendered Dinah's parents illiterate. She herself knew no other teachers in the isolated wastes, so neither was she. They instead drafted her to crawl through Illyria's nooks for ancient LosTech. In childhood she cramped in caverns and crawled inside metal ducts. Eventually, only once, she found it: a laughably tiny vault of ballistic ordinance and primitive 'Mechs, buried neath centuries of rubble, located via a cavern that doubled as an exhaust port. Local merchants pounced, showing her family (and her by proxy) pictures of lucrative equipment. She'd fetch it from storage, all the while familiarizing herself with the machinery's underlying engineering, even operating it in limited capacity.

This prosperity ended in adulthood. Her form no longer fit the cavern's demanding dimensions. Dinah was promptly ditched by her kin, whose grim history forbade useless or redundant eaters. She wandered in search of independent contract work, pushing her out of the Palatinate's comforting climes and into the inexplicably greasy arms of Uncle Mack. She'd oft wander off for days on end. Maxwell and Morozov let her, heck, treated her better than her old folks, because she'd return with something exotic, guaranteed. Her plucky smile concealed her family's most enduring lesson: survival lay with success alone.[/color]

[b]Battlemech or Vehicle:[/b]
[color=Sienna]The Green Knights' leftovers[/color]