Here's what I have so far for a MAS pilot, pending some edits when I have time and sleep cashed in to spend.

[b]Concept:[/b] A Strange Deep Space Merchant Civilian MAS Pilot Turned MAS, MAS Pilot in the 7th MAS Squadron of the honorable 101st SOG.

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[H3]EMMA 'BAGEL' Virtanen[/H3][/center][/center]
[h3][indent][b][code]D O S S I E R : I D #478240199[/code][/b][hr][/indent][/h3]
[b][code]Name:[/code][/b] [code]Virtanen, Emma[/code]
[b][code]Callsign:[/code][/b] [code]Bagel[/code]
[b][code]Rank:[/code][/b] [code]O-2 Lieutenant Junior Grade[/code]
[b][code]Kills:[/code][/b] [code]XX[/code]

[b][code]Gender:[/code][/b] [code]Female[/code]
[b][code]Age:[/code][/b] [code]25[/code]
[b][code]Height:[/code][/b] [code]5'7''[/code]
[b][code]Weight:[/code][/b] [code]140 lbs[/code]

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[b][code]Psychological Analysis:[/code][/b] 
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An honor bound deep spacer, Virtanen is a gifted MAS pilot, and military officer steeped in an esoteric culture that most in the 101st Special Operations Group still don't halfway understand.

Accustomed to violence and bloodshed, small and great, Virtanen dutifully fights for the UEE. The line between life and death is razor thin in space, leaving Virtanen dismayed only when resources or lives are needlessly wasted. There’s no place for emotion on the battlefield, as far as Virtanen is concerned, and she aims to keep her blood full of ice. Virtanen values aggression in combat above all else, having learned early on that if you hit hard and fast, things tend to go your way.

Schooled by the heterodox instructors at the UEE military academy orbiting Jupiter, Virtanen embodies the determined, flexible style of soldierly expected from the notoriously harsh MAS pilot program established at the ends of the solar system.

Trained to operate autonomously with other MAS pilots, Virtanen is comfortable operating under enemy fire and deep behind enemy lines. Burned into every fiber of her being as a MAS pilot is the singular idea that the only truly mortal sin is to hesitate. Steadfastly devoted to her adopted clan, the 7th MAS Squadron, Virtanen believes that orders can be disobeyed, rules can be broken…as long as the mission is successful and the squadron lives to fight another day.

Fond of socializing, Virtanen can drink vodka with the best of the 101st SOG and is infamous within the unit for the amount of strong spirits that she can consume in one sitting. In more quiet moments, Virtanen is fond of sharing exceedingly dry jokes and clever music. Offered enough to drink, she has on occasion been known to grace her comrades with a song and delicate strum of her guitar.

For all her many admirable qualities and talents, Virtanen has a small number of disciplinary incidents on her military record. When queried about these demerits, Virtanen explains with a shrug and bored look that they were the result of unfortunate cultural misunderstandings.
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[b][code]Personal Record:[/code][/b]
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Emma Sofia Virtanen was born the youngest child and third daughter in a middling merchant family known to traverse the stars in a motley collection of rust bucket ships. A spacer from the moment of her birth, she grew up with little concept of a permanent home beyond the gently humming crew quarters of her parent's ancient ship. Entire planetary systems were stopping points for fleeting bursts of time. Two weeks was a lengthy stay and half-year an eternity.

Known as the VAKAYA, her kindred lived in an ever-changing and ever-shifting mercantile fleet that sought to acquire new profits amidst the stars. Loosely governed by a confederation-style council, true power resided with one of the thirteen familial clans that made up the fleet population. The Virtanen family, as a lesser family, sellswords turned merchants, were widely seen as a newer, more brutish caste of traders. Related, one and all, by blood or adoption, every member of the fleet was bound to one of these thirteen great houses, the clans that had journeyed into the uncharted reaches of space.

These ties meant honor and more to the denizens of the mercantile fleet. Subterfuge was a matter of each precious breath of recycled air, as each rival family vied for more power and greater standing amongst their peers. Assassins and assassinations were expected, provided the proper forms were adhered to. Inter-familial and intra-familial violence was seen as no less just. Attacks, once discovered, were settled though coin, duels or lengthy blood feuds. However, these duels and vendettas followed strict rituals, long recorded and remembered. Any breach of these time honored decrees was punished with harsh brutality.

Steeped in such a culture. Raised to value the honor of her clan. Taught to stay true to such paradoxical principles, Virtanen bloodied her knife before she could read. Still, her people were traders. Her parents dealt in the resources required to create and sustain life. Water and Oxygen were their chief wares. Sensitive to the needs of the warring factions, the UEE and Coalition, Virtanen’s parents sought out rare metals when it was feasible. Faced with plenty, they would seek out consumer goods, chasing projected demand in nearby systems. Adhering to their own particular brand of honor, her family did not shy from the transportation of contraband…be it drugs, harvested organs, or battlefield souvenirs.

Holding that breaking the law was no moral failure so long as profits were secured and the security of the familial fleet was maintained, the VAKAYA maintained a soft view of crime across. Consequently, all thirteen families and their ancillary vassal clans cultivated generational ties to various criminal syndicates found throughout human inhabited space. Smuggling, particularly of weapons and munitions, became highly profitable in times of heightened conflict between the UEE and Coalition. Such…profitable years seemed increasingly certain as Virtanen grew into her adolescent years.

The Virtanen family grew richer as the war raged endlessly onwards. Her parents taught her to be a survivor and Virtanen accepted their stern lessons unquestioningly. Night was dark, and space was so cold. Living to measure the passing of another day was victory enough.

Spending her formative years in the hulking cargo holds of trade liners, Virtanen began to pilot mobile suits before she had fully launched out of her childhood. Twelve solar years was old enough to pilot according to her esteemed father. She was old enough to defend her honor. She was old enough to stand for her family. She was old enough to die…and therefore she was certainly old enough to learn.

The first MAS she piloted was a refurbished CMS-110 Gowser M. A civilian grade MAS designed and produced in Coalition space, Virtanen had watched her uncles assemble it piece by salvaged piece. Barely functional, the battered mobile suit had been seal-checked and reinforced with hastily welded armor to protect against space debris. Virtanen remembers the moment fondly. The darkness of space. The silence of nothingness. It remains her most cherished memory. The feeling of oneness she felt with the MAS. How the controls felt like her own hands. How each movement, each firing thruster felt as if she was moving her own limbs. It was the pivotal point in her existence, the event that changed her life. The experience that guided her forever forwards. She was a pilot then, she knew, and nothing else.

With growing frequency, as the war between the UEE and Coalition intensified, Virtanen found herself working with commercial agents of the UEE. Desperate as it was to support the forces it had scattered across the stars, the UEE turned to civilian merchants to transport military materials. If some were lost along the way…well, that was simply the price of doing business. Driven by fear and necessity, the Neutral States and fiefdoms of the FEZ began to pay a premium price for any weapons, munitions, or MAS that could be provided.

In such a time of profit, uncharacteristically for one of the VAKAYA, Virtanen found herself despairing at the mundanity of her life. She grew tired of the venerable rust bucket she called home. Piloting civilian mobile suits did not fill her with as much joy as it once did. Listening to the council of a distant aunt, a fearsome woman who had once fought the Coalition as a member of a mercenary company, Virtanen sought out an old friend.

Through discrete methods, she reached out to a shadowy agent of the UEE. Nyman, they called him. A half-chrome graybeard, he had been a soldier, a MAS pilot before he lost half his limbs and as much of his body to the Coalition. She trusted him little, but he knew her, he was a man who knew that she could pilot. He was a man who had seen her pilot Gowser through space more deftly than pilots with training and years far beyond hers.

Enlisting in the UEE Navy shortly after she turned eighteen, she was sent to the UEE Jupiter Military Academy. Fast tracked for pilot training, Virtanen took to military life easily, finding the structure and stern, some would say unforgiving, discipline of the Jupiter Academy a familiar reminder of her previous life. Graduating at the top of her class, despite two disciplinary incidents, Virtanen was assigned to the 10th Light MAS Division. Cutting her teeth hunting pirates, she was promoted and then transferred to the 25th MAS Commando, being posted on the front lines, taking part in rapid raids targeting manufacturing facilities deep within Coalition controlled space.

Reassigned to the 101st Special Forces Group two years ago, Virtanen has established herself as a rapidly developing pilot and critical asset to her squadron. She follows orders well. She fits in well with her comrades. She fights hard. She doesn’t quit. She rarely complains. And she can sleep practically anywhere, no matter the noise or light.
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[hider=VAKAYA]Vapaa kauppiaiden yhteiskunta  → Free Society of Traders[/hider]

[b][code]Personal Skills:[/code][/b] 
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A Spacer’s Spacer - A child of the void, Virtanen is right at home operating in space. She is comfortable operating in all three dimensions, handling unexpected spatial orientations and high G’s remarkably well.
Once a Merchant, Always a Merchant - Despite her current professional activities, Virtanen hasn’t forgotten her mercantile origins. She can barter. She can haggle. She can appraise. And she can probably tell you where to acquire whatever it is you are looking for, legal or not.
Duelist - Virtanen is a skilled duelist, showing a marked aptitude for single combat inside or outside of a MAS. Unarmed, with rocks, with sticks, with edged and bladed weapons, with firearms…it matters not to Virtanen.
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I've got the bones of hybrid MAS meant to bring the fight to the baddies (I'd call it something like heavy cavalry, Battle Line + Cavalry). Will probably add some missing details, a picture, and some much needed technobabble tomorrow.

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[indent][h3][b][code]M O B I L E  A R M O R  S U I T[/code][/b][/h3][hr][/indent]

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[indent][h3][code]S P E C I F I C A T I O N S[/code][/h3][hr][/indent]
[b][code]Designation:[/code][/b] [code]P (Prototype)[/code]
[b][code]Role:[/code][/b] [code]Assault & General Purpose[/code]
[b][code]Weight Class:[/code][/b] [code]Medium[/code]
[b][code]Description:[/code][/b] [code]A powerful hybrid MAS intended to be used a testbed for a newly developed Hybrid Plasma-Kinetic weapons system.[/code]

[indent][h3][code]A R M A M E N T[/code][/h3][hr][/indent]
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[*][b][code]Hybrid Plasma-Kinetic Cannon (Heavy)[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]Missile System (Primary):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]EB-21 Beam Sabre (Primary):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]S25 Combat Shield (Secondary):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code] Vulcan 20 mm (Secondary):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]Advanced Targeting Suite (Utility slot):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]C-3 Reflex Shield Generator (Utility slot):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
[*][b][code]Countermeasure System (Utility slot):[/code][/b] [code]- [/code]
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