Adam had watched his father wave goodbye. It was a small gesture; a bronzed hand raised from his lab-coat, a hesitant smile pulled at his thick lips. It was the kind of gesture that whispered its secrets. It alluded to a somber departure but it also abandoned the trillion of things that were left unsaid between them. In the end, Adam had not returned the wave, instead, he found himself staring unblinking at the vanishing figure of his father. It wasn't until the entire NERV base devolved into a black speck had he slumped into his chair, defeated and yet, frighteningly resolved to meet Japan head-on.
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Adam exited off the bus with what little he had packed, it all came in the form of a inky duffel bag. He held it over his shoulder, its weight hefty but nothing he couldn't handle. The moment he strode off, his callous expression turned exhausted. There was nothing wrong with trains or despairing ruins of yesteryear's cities but to say that Japan was worth moving him and unit-zero three was insulting. There was nothing there but wispy greenery, tilting abandoned buildings, and the annoying racket of summer-time insects. They were so loud for some reason.
Too loud even.
Just be quiet, he muttered.
Then the squeal of breaking tires stabbed the air. He flinched away from it instinctively almost missing the American rock music blaring from the vehicle. There's too much noise, always so much noise! Why couldn't people just sit in silence for once? Adam adjusted his duffel bag, frowned, then was once against assaulted. UN Fighters, a machine he had grown use to seeing during a few of his practice drills, roared overhead. The air behind jostled him about. Missiles sprung from its body, arcing and zagging towards some giant.
Adam felt his heart constrict at the sight, his blood rushing. "An Angel..."
"Where's my Unit?" he barked before hearing the Japanese woman's order.
Like another, he rushed inside, a shaking grin on his face. I will do my duty.
@Lmpkio Thanks, I'll def keep that image in reserves. For the moment though, I have one I want to try out for myself. Hopefully it won't throw the uniform of the RP out of balance.
Name: Brite Gallen Nicknames: The Deadliest Luck (enemies), Lucky (comrades) Age: 18 Gender: Male Social Status: Spacenoid Rank: PO
Personality: Brite, as his name may suggest, is for the most part a cheerful fellow. He had decided to join The One Year War in hopes of ending it but quickly learned its harsh realities. During his personal crucible, he had felt the cold fingers of fear, sadness, hopeless, desperation, and rage far too often. Visceral as they were, they taught him an important lesson. That despite the negative one must always search out the positive. Even if it seemed out of reach or buried beneath the earth.
Brite outwardly exudes optimism, however, when confronted with his own morality a bleakness will often bleed into his words. This stems from the fact that he has nothing and no one to live for. His family died fighting in the One Year War, leaving him to navigate it torrents alone. When one digs deep and analyzes the youth, its obvious how disguises his own reckless abandoned behind a savior-complex. While most would believe him Lucky, even going so far as permeating his career behind the term, Brite considers himself a scourge against anyone close to him.
History: Brite once called Side 2 home but when The Principality of Zeon attacked it, his family and himself was forced to seek refuge on earth. For months he had wandered his extended family's estate, considering what he should do. His father and elder sister knew immediately what they wanted to do; they wanted to fight. It took Brite three months after their deployment to do the same. Joining the Earth Federation Army wasn't nearly as daunting as he had believed. He was trained, honed, and quickly assigned to the Ground Forces but as the months rolled by he was soon moved to the Space Division. Battle and death had taken its toll on two of his assigned squads. One was the ground force, which was decimated and pushed forward his reassignment and the other was his first space squadron.
That single deployment was perhaps the worst event in his life. His squadron, led by Ensign: Penn Lumil was to engage scattered Zeon forces near Side 1. However, there was a pilot amongst them who was beyond the norm. His superior order the charge and was the first to explode. The next was a few peers, some of which who died while in communication with him. Brite lasted in the skirmish the longest. Until it was him and two Zaku II on the battlefield. His Odd GM had lost its shields and was equipped with only his added beam saber. In the end, he took home victory but it earned him a moniker and nickname. His moniker "The Deadliest Luck" was forged in countless battles but it begun there, in the territorial space of Side 1. And he was dubbed Lucky for the controversial suit change that ultimately saved his life. Skipping the exaggerations, it was the two sub-arms that saved him. They gripped the man's heat-weapon and ripped his helm off. This allowed him to impale it with his beam saber. Later that night, he received news that his father and sister had died.