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Percy J. Moore


Age: 32

Role:
> Support

Appearance:
He's a pretty average looking guy. He's about 5 ft 8in, 167 lbs. He has red hair and freckles all over his body, suggesting he's at least a little Irish. At least a little. Even though everything else about him seems warm and inviting, his eyes are a cool gray blue. Some people have told him he looks a little girly, but his stubble shows otherwise. He also has a little bit of a nose on him.
Normally, he'd wear a blue jean jacket with a faux fur collar with a dark sandy brown turtleneck underneath, light jeans with dark long-johns underneath, and some worn but sturdy leather-y hiking boots (with socks, of course). He also has a set of more intimidating black steel toed boots, but he doesn't wear those very often. He also has two silver rings on his left hand. One is his wedding ring, the other is his wife's. The glasses shown in the picture are merely for reading. (I just couldn't keep the glasses-wearing Percy to myself tho like look at him)

Personality: (this is more of a guideline than a set of hard and fast rules. People are complex, man.) 
He's got one or two screws a little bit loose.. He's paranoid, temperamental, overprotective and has a very hard time relaxing. Under all that he's really just scared. He's scared for his daughter and himself. He doesn't want his girl to end up like her mother - dead - or him - an emotional mess that's barely got his shit together. If you can get through the barrier to the guy underneath it, you've got yourself a friend that's gonna have your back 99% of the time.

Backstory: 
He was living an average life that was as comfortable as it can be in a wasteland with his mother and father in Smith's Rest.. maybe even a little bit sheltered. After moving out of the house so he can have some time to really figure out who he was as a person, his parents died shortly after because of a disease that was spreading across the settlement. A few years after that, and after a few romps with some other people, he met a lovely woman that was just a year older than him - Laura. Laura was, in his eyes, very pretty, very intelligent, and very much the yin to his yang. They just clicked. They had a child out of wedlock, but they married after their little girl, Ana, was born. A few months later, as they were finally settled into parenthood and Percy thought that maybe everything's alright, Laura was killed in an accident in her workplace. Percy had to tackle parenthood alone. He did awfully at first - Laura was a much better parent than he was at that point in time - but he gradually got better. Ana grew up to be a bright eyed little girl.

He took the job because he was in need of the huge sum of money promised. He thought he could just get in, get out, be over with it.. It'd be easy! He was so, so wrong - he figured that one out after the surgery to get his plug.. That's what he gets for not reading the fine print.

After dealing with a surprise attack on Smith's Rest, he's gotten meaner and a little less forgiving. Then, after the events of the Navy attack, his NC was damaged to the point it locked up, was able to be toppled, and the right side of his body was mangled pretty badly - so badly in fact, on top of breaking his leg, he lost his hand. His face was luckily kept in tact. He's back into what Sophia called the unfair game with much hesitance.. he prays he doesn't lose any more body parts.

Tactical Preference & Skills: 
> He'd rather stay away from bloodshed if he can, but if he can't, sticking close to the team would be his second choice. He has a very strong desire to protect those around him, even if they're in huge mechas, making him an adequate support. 
> If he was to do a solo mission and the only person he has to worry about is himself (and he's confident that he'll be fine), he would find no issues with getting his metal hands dirty. Or oily, I guess.

Notes: 
> He hates getting drunk - not because of what it does to him, but because his hangovers are awful
> He has pistol that's been passed down for generations upon generations. It's technically obsolete, but he's very good at using it. 
> He also has a pocket knife that was a sort of "parting gift" from Sophia (the former commander).
> He has a prosthetic hand now. He both hates it and kind of totally loves it.
> His sync rate is around 75-90%, depending on his mental state.

Text Color: LightSteelBlue, or b0c4de

Codename:
Papa Mike 

Appearance::
Looks clunkier and heavier than it really is. Basic metallic black paint with white accents. Has a couple dings here and there, but it's not affecting anything major. Older model modified to meet standards of the present, really.

Body & Type:
> Bipedal
> Originally designed to be semi-proficient at most tasks. Has been modified to be faster and more powerful than the original.

Equipment: (will be added to/changed as the RP progresses)
> Slightly damaged stock neural computer - a bug in the computer is that it calls Percy "Micheal" instead of "Percy." Percy has tried to fix it but is afraid he'll break something else. He's not a coder for fuck's sake.
> Above-average thrusters specifically designed for short bursts of speed
> Slightly above average generator

Armaments: (will be added to/changed as the RP progresses)
> VEKW-01.65 (New-Anchorage Custom - 35 rounds, mid-to-long-range)
> PPB-2.71 (New-Anchorage Custom - melee (laser sword), standard white in color)
Small Standard Fairbanks-Model missile launcher on the back (3 missile burst, long-range)

random tidbits (will be added to as I think of things)
> Before the NC was Percy's, it belonged to a guy named Michael who was actually an assault/support for his squad.. hence the computer calling him "Michael" :P


Ana L. Moore


The redhead is Ana. The ushanka girl is Vera


Age: 8

Appearance:
She's just past the average height of girls her age, being 4ft 2in, but she's underweight at 50 lbs. She shares many of her father's physical traits, just softened (especially her nose). She also has his red hair and freckles - her freckles are more in her face, however. Her eyes are a very lovely shade of green. 
She's usually wearing a pink and white striped sweater that's beaten up from being worn so often, some dark pants that are equally as beat up, and some shoes that are so worn it's probably time for new ones. She has what she would call "a dumb monkey hat with stupid looking gloves that match" that she really would prefer not to wear (she's eight, not FIVE), but her father makes her wear it sometimes when it's colder than usual. 

Personality: (this is more of a guideline than a set of hard and fast rules. People are complex, man.) 
Despite all that's happened, she's still very optimistic and caring. She's got a will made of titanium and she's braver than she realizes she is - even braver than her father, who she feels is the bravest person in the whole world. She's a little bit like her father in the sense that she also has a touch of a temper as well... maybe not a touch.

Backstory: 
She was born to Laura and Percy. She never knew her mother, because she died when she was little. 
When the surprise attack in Smith's Rest happened, she was almost taken away for who knows what purpose. Almost. She was saved, but her perceptions of the world changed pretty drastically. She didn't know just how scary the world was till then. She's slowly learning to deal with the nightmares, but she probably won't like confined spaces very much.

Notes: 
> She stole a box of crayons from the school once. She still has that box of crayons.
> She absolutely loves dogs. Puppies are awesome.
> She is very much capable of taking care of herself.. for the most part. 
> She's a bit clumsy - she has a very tiny, almost unnoticeable scar on her nose, between her eyes. she walked into a door frame when she was little.
> Birthday is August 7th.

Text Color: Violet or ee82ee

Matthew jumped back when Arden landed beside him and took a few steps back further into the library.

When the young woman had welcomed them, he stuttered back with a meek, "Uh.. Hi?" His sheepish smile went away as soon as she started talking again, and he took note of that look in her eyes. He kept his hand close to his pocketed Walther - it was more for his own comfort than to be threatening somehow.. how could a little gun like that be threatening to a guy with a rifle, or to a woman that looked like she'd probably cut his head off with that knife? He can't.

As Arden brought up the two of them needing to leave, he quickly replied, "Yeah, yeah, sure, ok, I-I was heading in that direction anyway! Alright. ..Please get that knife away from me?"

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