Psyker Landshark

Rise of Rasalhague

Jaromir Zhu

The briefing was satisfactory enough. If nothing else, it confirmed that his new commander at least probably knew what he was doing. Not was ever certain until one stepped off the battlefield, but as it stood? Jaromir gave it decent enough odds that Makinen knew his shit. He didn't like the lack of information at hand about pirates of all things, but the commander had a point that they'd get better scans once they were in orbit.

The byplay between the younger guy and the Combine girl flared up again, and Jaromir managed to only restrain himself to a brief snort as they left the briefing room. That definitely wasn't going to create problems later. Not at all. Ordinarily, he'd say interpersonal issues were the boss's problem to solve, but he suddenly had his doubts that either of them would be able to keep that shit professional in the field.

”Look at her go. Add some fried chicken on top and she’ll outpace the ship.” The man next to Jaromir murmured to him, and he responded with a brief chortle.

"Better her than me. Much as I'd like a heavy, don't like the armament. Combine girl wants to be a walking stereotype, more power to her." With that said, he separated from the herd just as they all dispersed, perusing the available BattleMechs like everyone else. The Centurion would've been his second choice, but of course the one good one of the bunch was already taken. Past that...everything else was a series of tradeoffs. Most of the light mechs were pretty much out of the question for his tastes. Speed was no substitute for a few extra tons of armor, and the lights were by and large made of paper. The Urbanmech was just asking to die against other light mechs outside of an urban environment. The Panther was probably the most acceptable one out of the bunch, but he still had other options.

There really was only one choice for him among the mediums. It sure as shit wasn't the Hermes II-4K. That thing ran far too hot for his liking. A single extra heat sink wasn't going to offset shit when the mech's only armament was two large lasers. No, that left the Trebuchet-7K. He'd heard whispers of the Dracs making a direct fire variant of the old Trenchbucket, and honestly? He was alright with what he saw. Seven and a half tons of armor on a medium wasn't ideal, but the Hermes II only had as much too. A PPC and an autocannon, though? Oh, he was more than fine with that. Let the others rush into close range and draw fire. He'd snipe with precision from the rear and be perfectly happy with it.

Best of all, no one else seemed to be claiming the Treb. So with a hint of a grin on his lips, Jaromir strode up towards the cockpit, nodding at the tech working on it.

"Fancy the Trenchbucket, boss?" The MechTech nodded back.

"Depends." Jaromir looked over the Draconis Combine camo paintjob and insignia plastered all over it. "You get all the monitoring devices out of the obvious test run prototype the Dracs just so happened to leave behind?"

"Six and counting so far." The tech replied without missing a beat. "Want me to worry about that first, or the paintjob?"

"Eh, let the Dracs have a little fun. Just sand the insignia off. Their camo ain't bad, but I'm drawing the line at the dragon."

"You got it. Need anything else, ask for Jimmy."

With that out of the way, Jaromir slid into the cockpit, starting to familiarize himself with the layout. He'd largely piloted mediums and a heavy or two in the past, so acclimating to how it handled in the sims shouldn't be too hard. As much as he missed being behind the controls of a Warhammer, he'd work with what he had for the moment. It was time to get to work getting ready to get to work.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

A shard of something out of myth and legend? Small wonder everyone here was taken by such surprise. Renar felt the same, but shook it off after but a moment, already calculating the angles behind this. Something like that was a priceless tool for destabilizing anything one cared to, but it was used on Fort Daelantine? Certainly, it had resulted in the slaughter of quite the number of Thaln's soldiery. But if one truly wished to strike a telling blow against the crown, would it not have been better to target the Iron Rose themselves? Or the royals themselves? If this was in preparation for an invasion, it would have been better to deploy the shard against a border fortress. No, some other motivation was at play here. A test of its capabilities, perhaps?

And then there were the mercenaries. Their employer knew. That was concerning in itself. He would have ruminated on this further, but the Iron Roses' latest addition proved herself to be a simpleton in short order. Renar stared incredulously at Amy following her outburst, suddenly reconsidering the amount of threat she posed to himself in comparison to her apparent level of intelligence.

"...The hostilities had ceased already." Renar said slowly to the half-breed, as if explaining to an idiot. "If you would care to stop and think next time before speaking, there's work to be done. In any case," He turned away, already dismissing her from his thoughts for the moment as he focused on his next target of conversation.

"Lady Alette." Renar inclined his helmet in her direction. "I fear I'm obliged to ask this of you, despite my doubts to your cooperation in this matter. By now, surely you realize that your employer needlessly gambled your lives in retrieving this shard? I recognize that you have your word as sellswords to maintain for steady work, but as I see it, you risk little at this point by revealing who exactly wants this artifact so badly. Even if you plan to take your own vengeance on them for this incident, sell them out to us and this will assuredly be easier on everyone involved that actually matters."

@6slyboy6 @VitaVitaAR

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

"Tch!" Kayliss hissed in frustration as the doll's arm just wouldn't quit. The bladed arm impacted against her breastplate and left a gouge in the metal before she managed to twist away, batting the arm aside with her short sword as she did so. In that moment, the commander chose to interject, her magical blade doing wonders in wrecking the doll. For a moment, Kayliss let a surge of jealousy at seeing someone else have such a wondrous toy. Then reality kicked in. Such a blade would barely see its true function used in her hands.

"Acknowledged." The commander's call to finish the doll off was met with verbal confirmation on Kayliss's end. It was practically a sin for an assassin to openly speak in the field, but fighting with a mixed force was a far different reality from a Crownsblade's typical assignments. Adjustments had to be made.

As Urden aimed to smash through the doll's side, Kayliss surged forward from the other flank. Only blunt force trauma would do in shattering wood, and in the absence of a weapon suited for such, she only had one real option. Of course, Kayliss wouldn't have even considered this if the commander hadn't weakened its entire frame with a blow from Starshine. Her feet left the ground, and Kayliss whirled around in a spinning roundhouse kick, aiming to take the doll's head clean off with an application of her foot to its weakened neck joint.

Jack-In! Megaman Battle Network - NetWarriors

Operator: Aki Volkova

Name: Aki Volkova

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:
Stands at 5'6". Athletic, toned build. Fashion-wise, typically favors sportswear such as crop tops and shorts.

Personality:
Cheerful, energetic, and boisterous. She enjoys competition, always striving to at the very least, do her absolute best in whatever she puts her mind to. Aki has a tendency to either sweep others up in her pace or repulse them entirely, unable to deal with her energy. She isn't bothered by much, having a tendency to shrug off hostility and annoyance with a shrug.

Despite all this, Aki still feels aimless on a personal level, unsure of what direction she wants to take her life after she finishes schooling. While she loves competition and is a good Netbattler, she isn't sure whether that's what she wants to do for most of her adult life. The other obvious path for her skills, being an Official, is out of the question. Even if Pierrotman could tolerate such a life, Aki knows for a fact that being tied down by rules and regulations would stifle and bore her to tears.

Bio:
Although she's lived in Electopia most of her life, Aki is half-Sharoan by birth on her father's side. Her parents divorced when she was young, with her father returning to Sharo not long after. As a result, she's swapped back and forth between living with each of her parents, spending some years in Sharo but with more back in Electopia. While her mother used to live closer to downtown DenCity, she and Aki moved out to the suburbs in ACDC so that Aki could attend the academy.

Over the years, Aki developed a love for Netbattling. Without much skill in programming, she was only able to afford a stock HeelNavi by the name of Crank, but her battling abilities ensured that she was still one of the top-tiered battlers in her old neighborhood before starting at ACDC Academy. After entering the Academy, the increased quality of her competition caused Aki to start to look for ways to improve her Navi. While she and her mother weren't doing poorly financially, they didn't exactly have the cash to afford Navi upgrades or professional customization. As a result, Aki started taking part in underground Netbattle tournaments for quick Zenny, eventually going so far as to enter the Undernet.

Half a year ago, it was on one of these Undernet excursions that Aki and Crank found themselves challenging a solo NetNavi by the name of Pierrotman. Despite Pierrotman's extensive customizations and combat experience, his foes' teamwork and access to Battlechips resulted in a draw, knocking them both out of the tourney. It was immediately after this that disaster struck. Unbeknowst to either of the competitors, a number of UnderNavis had bet on the match one way or the other. Given that neither combatant prevailed, nobody won their bet. As a result, there were a number of angered gamblers waiting to rush both Navis as soon as they emerged from the competitor's area. In the fracas, Pierrotman and Crank were forced to team up, with Aki finding herself having to operate both Navis in order to try to make it out in one piece. The duo nearly made it out of the brawl, albeit in tatters and on their last legs, but one last HeelNavi tried to sucker punch them with a Dark Chip. Unbidden by either Aki or Pierrotman, Crank stepped in to save the latter, taking the entirety of the Darksword's hit on his own, resulting in his deletion.

When the dust settled after Pierrotman deleted the offender in retaliation, he and Aki found themselves in an awkward silence, with neither exactly knowing how to go from here. After a moment, Pierrotman surprised even himself as he slumped down and asked that she take him with her, willing to take her deleted Navi's place both out of gratitude for saving his life and because he was simply sick and tired of trying to survive in the Undernet. While still mourning Crank, Aki nonetheless agreed, and transferred Pierrotman to her PET, adjusting the permissions in his files to register him as her NetNavi.

Six months later, Aki and Pierrotman have settled into a status quo of sorts. It raised some questions when she showed up in class with an entirely new, sinister-looking Navi, but considering Aki's previous one was a HeelNavi, it wasn't that out of character. While neither one trusts the other fully, their partnership continues to develop.

Misc:

• Speaks fluent Sharoan, thanks to living with her father in Sharo for a few years.
• Despite her coding being crap, the rest of her grades in school are above average, with her best subjects being Netbattling and virus research.
• Is a member of the academy's track team.
• In Netbattling, favors a fast, combo-heavy approach. Very fond of multi-hit chips such as Vulcan.
• Voice claim: Molly Zhang
• Theme song

Navi: Pierrotman

NetNavi: Pierrotman

Element/Type: Typeless

NetNavi Abilities:

• Diamond Shards: Hurls energy shards as a projectile. Stronger than buster shots, but harder to aim.
• Sweeping Swipe: Charge shot deploys a claw swipe with similar effects to a WideSword.
• Deflect: Takes up a temporary defensive stance in anticipation of an attack. If Pierrotman takes a blow during this brief window, he automatically parries the attack with his claws and retaliates by hurling a Diamond Shard, similiarly to a Reflector chip. Missing the timing window on a parry leaves him vulnerable to further assault.

NetNavi Personality:
Cynical and rude, but likes to socialize nonetheless. Enjoys riling people up and getting a reaction out of them. Pierrotman comes across as selfish and uncaring to most Navis and NetOps, but he has a soft spot for his own Operator, who is arguably the only one he treats nicely. Despite this, he still refuses to perform some of the more mundane functions of a Navi, such as alarms and email alerts.

Although he's a complete jackass, Pierrotman desires nothing more than to live a nice, quiet life on the surface Net. He still enjoys Netbattling, however, and takes to internet violence with gleeful abandon. He abhors leaving a digital trace, and tries to avoid being recorded or becoming a public presence. Were it not for his enjoyment of battle, he and Aki would have far more problems regarding her desire for competition.

NetNavi Misc:

• Extremely evasive about his past, not wanting to draw undue attention. Tries to cover up the fact that he's an UnderNavi, but his success in that regard is debateable.
• Pierrotman hasn't allowed Aki to touch his customizations yet, but his coding is geared towards a balanced, take-all-comers setup, albeit with an emphasis on a heavy timing-based skill ceiling.
• Voice claim: Doug Erholtz
• Theme song

Rise of Rasalhague

Jaromir Zhu

Fucking hell. A Black Eagle? Jaromir resisted the urge to let out a disgusted sigh as he boarded the DropShip. The last outfit he was with wasn't exactly flush with cash, but it hadn't been this bad. Unfortunately, Rasalhague had the only outfit willing to provide a BattleMech on signup at the moment, so he hadn't exactly been flush with options. Best to just bite the bullet and get all this done with. He found the briefing room, took a seat in the middle of the pack, and patiently waited for their marching orders.

The briefing didn't do anything to help Jaromir's misgivings, but it could still have been worse. He didn't like that the CO was a Feddie, mostly for his own safety, but the commander didn't seem to discriminate too much. Yet. Though he was curious as to what the man meant by "real" battle, looking at him and the more middle-aged pilot as he did so. Something to ask in private later, if they had the chance. The briefing didn't sound bad, but Jaromir had heard better odds before, only to get bogged down in an absolute shitstorm. Like the mission that had fucked over his old company in the first place and had him running all the way back here.

It was then that a few of his new squadmates began to speak up. So far? He wasn't that impressed with what he saw. The noble-looking Combine girl spoke sense, only for some prick to start going on about proclivities and...ex-mistress? Alright, so the two had history together. Kept boytoy? Nah. Too much resentment in him for that. Jaromir found himself nodding along with the next man to speak, piping in himself after the fact.

"I'm with him." He jerked his thumb in Karel's direction. "Pirates don't get protections, and no one would give a shit about a bunch of two-bit raiders. Wipe them out and salvage what we can, I say. Locusts and Cicadas ain't worth much, but anything's better than nothing. Anyways, Commander, what've we got for combined arms support? Tanks? Aircraft? Nothing?" Any backup was superior to no backup, and having a few easy targets on the field would serve as good meatshields for the actual heavy-hitters. Though he doubted they'd be so lucky. At this rate, the entire mech complement available to them would be nothing but half-junked Urbies.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Well, now. The Golden Boars? This had just become far more interesting. The clarification on what exactly had happened here certainly didn't go amiss, of course. A cursed item, plus some other mystery? Wonderful. If it weren't for the fact that an entire fort had been wiped out, this would have been an assignment more suited for a band of hapless adventurer types to get themselves killed investigating. Still, some action was better than none at all. Hopefully, there would be more individual opportunities to raise one's star throughout this. For now, there was still the task at hand to attend to.

And wouldn't one know it, Dame Tyaethe seemed to know something about what was going on here. Sometimes, the goddesses managed to cut him a break. If it weren't for the need to show solidarity in front of the mercenaries, Renar would have already been needling her to cut her temper tantrum short and get to the point already. He'd still do so, of course. Just more politely.

"Well, well, well." Renar looked to Fionn and Gerard. "Congratulations, you two. It seems we'll finally fulfill your dreams of killing as many Golden Boars as possible one of these days. In the meantime..." His gaze shifted to Tyaethe in turn. "Dame Tyaethe. What can you tell us about this threat we're facing? Judging by your reaction, you have at least some idea of what's going on here."

@VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @HereComesTheSnow @VahkiDane @PigeonOfAstora @The Otter

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

This was getting more tiresome than it already was. And Kayliss regarded this entire situation as utterly so. The fact that the doll wasn't finished even with its primary armament disabled wasn't surprising, but still irritating. If Kayliss didn't have to actually face the damned thing herself, she'd say it was simply good design. But considering she was on the other end of it at the moment? Her temptation to hurl a blade at the Witch herself instead was growing by the second.

Fortunate that she only had to deal with one arm while Velvetica and Urden were dealing with the other two. Kayliss stepped back from the initial strike, bringing her short sword up to parry the next few. The commander's orders were sensible, yet vexing for her personally. Kayliss wasn't exactly equipped for outright destroying something, especially wood. In this scenario, her best chance to fulfill her orders was to create an opening for someone better suited to the situation to make use of. Such as the archer that had made such an impressive hole in the doll to begin with.

The bladed limb came in again, and Kayliss raised both her short sword and dagger to catch it between them this time. With a grunt of exertion, she twisted her blades, aiming to disarm the doll of its latest weapon. In that window, hopefully one of the others would spot the opportunity and take it.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Cleanup after the battle was brief. They collected Goug from his hiding place, Neve treated what wounds the party took, and they moved on several paces, not wanting to settle down to camp for the night amidst Blightbeast corpses. As a result, the party continued to ride for a few more paces, stopping to create another clearing when it was closer to sundown.

For all his pageantry, Lord Leonhardt certainly hadn't spared any expense when it came to supplying the teams. When the party finally had the chance to make camp, they found that everything the average traveling group would need had been accounted for. Tents, bedrolls, trail rations, skins of heavily watered alcohol, and more. Although it still rankled at her to take the generosity of what had been a mortal enemy to her just half a decade ago, Izayoi nonetheless made use of the supplies without complaint.

Once the tents were set up, Team Kirin found themselves sitting down over dinner outside. A fire was out of the question, considering the utterly flammable grass around them. Furthermore, there wasn't much to forage either. So they were settling for the rations that had been packed in the wagon. Smoked sausages, hard cheeses, dried fruits, honey, and biscuits of hard travel bread. All in all, while it was no substitute for a hot meal, Izayoi had certainly eaten worse on the road in her time.

She hungrily scarfed down her portion of the rations, utterly uncaring of manners now that they weren't in a formal setting. Afterwards, she glanced up, starting to speak even if some others were still eating.

"We've not sorted out the watch order yet. I will volunteer to take first watch. Do we intend on having three or four watches throughout the night?" She asked of the group as a whole, though her gaze turned to Galahad, given that he was the one in charge.

Rise of Rasalhague

MechWarrior

Name: Jaromir Zhu

Appearance: Stands at 5'11". Lean frame but with developed muscle. The right half of his face is covered in burn scars.

Age: 26

Origin: Gei-Fu III, Capellan Confederation

Personality:
Jaromir is out for two things. One: his continued survival. Two: a way to prosper. With his native state thinking him either dead or a deserter, mercenary life is the only way left for a trained MechWarrior to make it in the Inner Sphere. To that end, he'll do whatever it takes to survive and thrive, desperately clawing at any opportunity he sees.

Just because he's a desperate opportunist, however, doesn't mean Jaromir is some sort of antisocial psychopath. He's sociable enough when approached, and cooperates just well enough to get the job done, despite him always looking out for himself first. It's ironic for a deserter to know how not to burn bridges, but knowing when not to piss people off was paramount to survival in the CCAF, and it's still relevant as a merc.

Jaromir has little in the way of personal honor or scruples, and generally tends to weigh unsavory options by way of risk versus reward. If he refuses to conduct unethical or immoral actions, it's not because he's opposed to doing such: it's because he doesn't think those specific actions in that moment are worth the risk of discovery or failure.

History:
For the son of two Servitors, life within Capellan space already wasn't all the propaganda cracked it up to be. From a young age, Jaromir saw how the highborn of the Confederation trod over his family, and sought to do his best to avoid such a fate for himself. He threw himself into his state-sponsored studies, motivated to avoid the same fate as his parents. Above all else, he simply wanted to survive and thrive within a system where he could have everything stripped from him in an instant for speaking the wrong thoughts out of turn.

Upon turning fifteen and earning his citizenship, Jaromir sought to join the Capellan military, whose soldiers existed outside of the caste system. While he wasn't able to obtain sponsorship into one of the more prestigious military academies, Jaromir's aptitude tests managed to catch the eye of a noble looking to fill out the last few spots in Sarna Military Academy's latest class of freshmen. Cadet Zhu thrived in MechWarrior training, and graduated from the SMA in the top fifth of his class percentile just in time for the Fourth Succession War to kick off. Almost immediately following his class's graduation, they were assigned their units and shipped off.

For his part, Jaromir joined the 2nd Ariana Fusiliers just in time for the unit to be defeated alongside the rest of the Capellan defenders at Tikonov. While he and a number of Fusiliers made it off the planet alive, that first defeat planted severe doubts in his head about his chosen path. Was it worth it to defend a system he didn't even believe in? Would the reward at the end even be worth it should they win? These doubts festered for months until what was left of the 2nd Ariana deployed in the absolute disaster that was Operation RIPOSTE. As his unit was cut down around him thanks to faulty intelligence, the last remaining loyalties Jaromir held for the Confederation snapped. Under the cover of the 2nd Fusiliers' defeat and the explosions surrounding the killing field, he ejected and managed to evade capture long enough to disguise himself as a civilian and stow away off-planet.

Over the next four years, Jaromir drifted from planet to planet as a mercenary, joining outfits that would provide him with BattleMechs. It was the only skill he had, and he was loathe to abandon it after years of blood, sweat, and tears poured into learning how to pilot. Fortunately, his mercenary career was more successful than his military one, and the C-Bills finally started to come in. Until one bad job wiped out most of his company, and he was back where he'd started. It was then, drowning his sorrows in some dive bar on Rasalhauge's border, that he heard about the Republic forming merc companies and providing them with mechs. With nothing to lose, Jaromir set out to join up, intent on getting back onto the battlefield to earn his pay.

Skills:

• Gunnery: 4
• Piloting: 3
• Guts: 3
• Tactics: 2

Abilities: N/A

Misc:

• Fluent in English, Mandarin, and Russian. Knows some Japanese, but only in relation to kanji.
• Carries an auto-pistol and two reloads on his person at all times.
• Enjoys fruity cocktails and doesn't give a damn when someone gives him shit for it.

Mech

Type: Trebuchet TBT-7K

Name: Lao Ying

Mass/Class: 50 tons/Medium

Armor: 7.5T Starshield

Top Speed: 86 km/h

Armanents:
1x PPC
1x AC/5, 1T ammo
1x SRM-2, 1T ammo

Heat Sinks: 11 single

Quirk:
Easy to Maintain
Fast Reload (Torso Weapons)

Rise of Rasalhague

MechWarrior

Name: Jaromir Zhu

Appearance: Stands at 5'11". Lean frame but with developed muscle. The right half of his face is covered in burn scars.

Age: 26

Origin: Gei-Fu III, Capellan Confederation

Personality:
Jaromir is out for two things. One: his continued survival. Two: a way to prosper. With his native state thinking him either dead or a deserter, mercenary life is the only way left for a trained MechWarrior to make it in the Inner Sphere. To that end, he'll do whatever it takes to survive and thrive, desperately clawing at any opportunity he sees.

Just because he's a desperate opportunist, however, doesn't mean Jaromir is some sort of antisocial psychopath. He's sociable enough when approached, and cooperates just well enough to get the job done, despite him always looking out for himself first. It's ironic for a deserter to know how not to burn bridges, but knowing when not to piss people off was paramount to survival in the CCAF, and it's still relevant as a merc.

Jaromir has little in the way of personal honor or scruples, and generally tends to weigh unsavory options by way of risk versus reward. If he refuses to conduct unethical or immoral actions, it's not because he's opposed to doing such: it's because he doesn't think those specific actions in that moment are worth the risk of discovery or failure.

History:
For the son of two Servitors, life within Capellan space already wasn't all the propaganda cracked it up to be. From a young age, Jaromir saw how the highborn of the Confederation trod over his family, and sought to do his best to avoid such a fate for himself. He threw himself into his state-sponsored studies, motivated to avoid the same fate as his parents. Above all else, he simply wanted to survive and thrive within a system where he could have everything stripped from him in an instant for speaking the wrong thoughts out of turn.

Upon turning fifteen and earning his citizenship, Jaromir sought to join the Capellan military, whose soldiers existed outside of the caste system. While he wasn't able to obtain sponsorship into one of the more prestigious military academies, Jaromir's aptitude tests managed to catch the eye of a noble looking to fill out the last few spots in Sarna Military Academy's latest class of freshmen. Cadet Zhu thrived in MechWarrior training, and graduated from the SMA in the top fifth of his class percentile just in time for the Fourth Succession War to kick off. Almost immediately following his class's graduation, they were assigned their units and shipped off.

For his part, Jaromir joined the 2nd Ariana Fusiliers just in time for the unit to be defeated alongside the rest of the Capellan defenders at Tikonov. While he and a number of Fusiliers made it off the planet alive, that first defeat planted severe doubts in his head about his chosen path. Was it worth it to defend a system he didn't even believe in? Would the reward at the end even be worth it should they win? These doubts festered for months until what was left of the 2nd Ariana deployed in the absolute disaster that was Operation RIPOSTE. As his unit was cut down around him thanks to faulty intelligence, the last remaining loyalties Jaromir held for the Condfederation snapped. Under the cover of the 2nd Fusiliers' defeat and the explosions surrounding the killing field, he ejected and managed to evade capture long enough to disguise himself as a civilian and stow away off-planet.

Over the next four years, Jaromir drifted from planet to planet as a mercenary, joining outfits that would provide him with BattleMechs. It was the only skill he had, and he was loathe to abandon it after years of blood, sweat, and tears poured into learning how to pilot. Fortunately, his mercenary career was more successful than his military one, and the C-Bills finally started to come in. Until one bad job wiped out most of his company, and he was back where he'd started. It was then, drowning his sorrows in some dive bar on Rasalhauge's border, that he heard about the Republic forming merc companies and providing them with mechs. With nothing to lose, Jaromir set out to join up, intent on getting back onto the battlefield to earn his pay.

Skills:

• Gunnery: 4
• Piloting: 3
• Guts: 3
• Tactics: 2

Abilities: N/A

Misc:

• Fluent in English, Mandarin, and Russian. Knows some Japanese, but only in relation to kanji.
• Carries an auto-pistol and two reloads on his person at all times.
• Enjoys fruity cocktails and doesn't give a damn when someone gives him shit for it.

Mech

Type: The type and variant of your mech.

Name: The affectionate name given to the machine by your pilot.

Mass/Class: The weight and class of your mech.

Armor: How many tons and what type of armor your mech has.

Top Speed: How far can your mech run/jump.

Armanents: The amount and type of weapons that your mech carries, as well as how many tons of ammo it has available.

Heat Sinks: The amount and type of Heatsinks your mech has.

Quirk: Any notable feature associate with the type, or the specific mech.

(Almost all of this data is readily available on Sarna, the excellent website for all things BattleTech related. However, we'll be breaking the rules a bit here and there, and adding things to Quirks, such as damage sustained in previous engagements that we have been unable to repair, or other oddities.)