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UC: Rise of the forgotten

Another Zaku met its fate at the hands of her beam spray gun and beam saber, the suit gutted and holed from the intense energy bursts which had reduced those sections of armor to twisted heaps of slag. Her black, gold and white GM stood out among the field of red and white, the two shields hanging off of its back and a third one currently equipped on her GM's right arm for the sake of extra protection.

Underneath that particular shield was a nasty surprise which had befallen a Rick Dom as it had attempted to assault her at close range: a double-barreled beam gun much more powerful than the beam spray gun she held in her mobile suit's right hand, but with far less charges. A Rick Dom was more than worthy enough for its blast. She sighed harshly as her eyes looked over her screens, utilizing the RGM-79's sensors in order to keep track of the utter bedlam which had broken out in Side 6.

They had been assaulted without warning. The Minovsky particle density was so high that most of their long range sensors were useless, and due to the debris field, whatever visual warnings they had were obscured by the field and thus provided an extra edge for the incoming Zeon troopers. Close-in Weapons Systems and heavy artillery attempted to stave off the attack long enough for the hangar bays to open and for the mobile suits to dispatch, but it wasn't long after the first wave launched that those defenses were completely overwhelmed by the onslaught of Zakus, Goufs, Rick Doms and other assorted mobile suits as support. The very first Federation mobile suits into battle were quickly annihilated, but once the first panic had been dealt with, more had launched to fill in the gaps left by their fallen comrades.

Streaks of blazing light and the clatter of solid shell weaponry, followed by the occasional bazooka explosion filled the void, Roan navigating the debris field easily and deducing places that enemy mobile suits could hide, tending to avoid them until she could get back to her unit and attempted to stem the tide of Zeon. Her RGM-79 was so distinct however that she attracted much more attention, not in least part due to the color scheme or the backpack with sub-arms.

Right now, she really wished that she had the color scheme changed a month or so before as a radar contact popped up on her displays. "What? Erf, why now?!"

She grit her teeth and positioned the vernier thrusters, spinning the GM around to catch sight of her opponent: an azure Gouf, one of the more advanced suits used by the Principality of Zeon's forces, and a terror to most people. Roan's forehead beaded with a bit of sweat, her breath catching in her chest as she readied herself for its assault. "So you think I'm important enough to come after...? Maybe I can kick you off far enough to survive..."

UC: Rise of the forgotten

Name: Roan Oakley
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Roan is roughly 5'9", enough to be considered on the taller end of the spectrum, but her figure is very unremarkable with little curves, though in uniform her slight bottom-heaviness is more easily noted. Her is made out into a mane of gentle spikes, edged like waves, and colored a light blond that fades to a pale platinum at the ends. Her eyes are ringed a little, and some say it's from lack of sleep, but the green orbs are always alert and searching no matter what her expression may look like. Her shoulders droop often and she seems the exact opposite of what a lot of Federation pilots are supposed to be, but her skill should not be judged on appearances alone.

Origin: Roan is considered an oddity, because her birth certificate actually lists her as coming from the space colony Londonian whereas her place of residence, until her induction into the military, was a relatively small city far removed from most other Federation operations. As such, Roan and the populace have an abject view of the issues that have been plaguing the colonies and the Federation as a whole, having not relied on the Federation or too much more than the local government for much in years. The rumor is, and the one she doesn't try to wave away, is that her parents brought her down from the colonies so she wouldn't be referred to as a 'Spacenoid' or be treated as someone from the space colonies. This has not been entirely avoided however, as it shows up on her records whenever she transfers units.

Faction: Currently aligned with the Federation, as part of its EFSF mobile suit divisions.

Newtype: Possible yes. She has exhibited a much higher level of 3D spatial awareness than most candidates, allowing her to 'think' in 3D and plan accordingly.

Personality: The best old age word that could be used to describe her is 'hick.' Not in the way of the Old South in what used to be America, but instead to refer to someone that is insular or uninformed. Roan is known to not particularly care about the Federation's interests, nor the entirety of the conflict with Zeon during the One Year War, and is often mocked and derided for not buying into the whole patriot aspect of the military. In fact, she is oftentimes suggested to be a spy with her aloof attitude and apathetic expression, using her colony heritage against her whenever she fails to respond appropriately. Most of this however rolls off of her shoulders as she's not in it for the patriotism or glory, but more to find herself and understand what's going on outside the sphere of her hometown. This is not to say she's completely uneducated; in fact, so far as academics go, she's fairly top-notch.

Backstory: Having grown up in what could be considered a future-type backwoods city, a modern era center where most everything was up to date and yet kept away from the conflict overtaking the rest of the Earth Federation's known holdings, Roan could've been considered a bit sheltered compared to most of the Federation's enlisted personnel. She knew relatively little of the Federation's stance against Zeon and of Zeon's intentions, but it wasn't due to completely willful ignorance. Having seen mobile suit combat on the news feed and seen what took place between the two factions, she decided to broaden her horizon by moving to the place where raw, human emotion and the passionate wills of the people existed, perhaps even twisted to be unrecognizable, and to experience what had been going on herself. Her upbringing and file almost had her canned as a ground troop, an easy sacrifice for the cause, but her skill, intelligence, and fast reflexes quickly forced the Federation to preclude her from fodder. The academy, though rife with bullying, threats, and overall prejudice towards her birth status and her upbringing in the furthest place from the frontlines besides the bourgeois, was the proper kind of challenge for her to try and extend her skillset. Thus, she found during mobile suit simulated exercises and tactical analyses classes that her perception as a whole was much greater than the average person, and on a level above those who had a good grasp of awareness above them. Despite her spacey attitude, this earned her the grudging respect of some of her fellow pilot trainees, and lead to early success in her initial combat sorties. The horrors of war have reached her, but she doesn't lock them away. She prefers to ruminate on them and mourn quietly, lest the bloodbath and madness suck her in.

Other Info: Not a sweets person, but loves fish and fruit. Fish and chips is her favorite ration meal. Writes in her spare time. Doodles in the same notebook. Listens to a variety of music. Can be found in time between sorties on the observation decks, gazing into space.

Mobile Suit Info:

RGM-79 GM, specifically a model used in the Thunderbolt Sector. Equipped with a Core Block system, and can be fashioned with a thruster pack equipped with two sub arms which are generally used to hold a pair of shields, a double-barreled beam weapon, and the standard issue beam spray gun.

Lately, it seems she's been trying to add different weapons to her arsenal and tactics. Chaff and minovsky particle dispersal have been one set of unusual equipment she's attempted to have applied, as well as small missile or rocket packs or an extra beam spray gun.