Name: Dibal, Kawal.
Aliases: Callsign: Aether
Age: 21
Birthday: March 19
Gender: Male
Height: 198cm
Weight: 64kg
Build: Thin and lean, he has the build of a marathon runner
Eyes: Blue
Hair:gray with black streaks (as above) when not dyed, blonde.
Skin Tone: White, pale, the skin of someone who spends far too much time indoors.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: on his back, A chinese dragon, entwined around a multitude of bones, while spiked chains emerge from the dragon, running up and over his shoulder, twisting and spiraling down his left arm to his mid-forearm, where they look to pierce his skin. Two lip rings, on his right side, a nose ring through the left nostril, and multiple piercings through his right ear.
Personal Style: Casual. Kawal doesn’t put much stock in maintaining a ‘professional ‘ appearance, rarely bothering with the uniform of the ghosts, and when he does, the lack of care or effort to maintain his uniform is obvious. He much prefers wearing his joggers, or loose, baggy cargo jeans, anything really, so long as it has pockets, and doesn’t restrict his movement, sneakers, converse, or grecian sandals (None of that flip flop BS) Similar to his taste in legwear, his taste in tops also revolves primarily on loosefitting, flowing clothes, tank tops, usually paired with either a vest, or a graphic design-dress shirt, almost always unbuttoned, and the sleeves messily rolled past his elbows.
He tends to lean towards darker, more subdued colors, mixed with bizarre abstract, or psychedelic patterns. He usually has a large pair of over-ear headphones, sitting on his head, or resting around his neck.
Mercurial * Impatient * Sarcastic * Ambitious * Daredevil
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Loud, fast moving, and at times, incredibly obnoxious, Kawal is the type of person who would swing from the ceiling if he thought it would get him wherever he was going faster. He tends to avoid the rest of the ghosts, preferring to eat alone, and wandering the halls in the early hours of the day. The few times he interacts with the rest of the ghosts, aside from random bref encounters, or during briefings or missions, is usually to pester them with a bizarre request, demand, question, or challenge.He tends to hide his own insecurities through braggodocio of the highest order, constantly inflating his own achievements, and when bluster fails him as a shield, he switches to cruel words, and cutting remarks. Beneath all of that, though, the wise and those who know Kawal, recognize that in the end, he is really just a scared and introverted young boy who never learned to interact with people normally.
What he’s more known for, atleast among the Ghosts, is a willingness, nay, an eagerness, to undertake any objective, or mission. With reckless abandon, Kawal will throw himself wholeheartedly into his mission, pushing himself, and his frame, to their absolute limits.
Habits: Endlessly fidgets when not busy, makes sure to practice with his firearm atleast twice a week. Tends to stay up for long periods at a time when not on a mission. Chainsmoker
Hobbies: Practices meditation daily, enjoys learning how to perform non-conventional movements in his Frame (this ranges from learning to Pirouette, to experimenting on contorting the machine into strange configurations.
Fears: Large bodies of water. Spiders. Has an innate distrust/fear of people, terrified of letting people get too close to him. Also afraid that he is a liability to the team from lack of experience. Wholesale Slaughter.
Likes: Fast paced video games. Hip-Hop and Techno, practicing in his frame.
Dislikes: Strategy Games. Cold Coffee. Interrupted sleep, quiet/stillness for extended periods (his, or others).
General Skills: Growing up on Titan, Kawal is a bit of a Jack-of-all-trades, at-least in the mechanical department, he's quite experienced in jerry-rigging things together, even if only to buy a few more hours of operation. Since acquiring his frame, he's tried to extend this knowledge into the realm of Frame Maintenance, with little success. His small (human) frame, lets him squeeze into tight spaces that others may not be able to reach. Despite his slight frame, he is a bit of an accomplished athlete, running, jumping and climbing with the best, thanks to his time spent playing among the machinery of Titan, admittedly, he lacks practice in any athletic fields. He's also an aspiring cook.
Inventory/Possessions: -9mm handgun, with an accompanying hip holster.
-Straight Razor/Leather Strop
-Bloodstained photo; a woman sits upon a chair, a peaceful smile painted upon her face, she holds a young boy in her lap, beaming towards the camera.
-Gold necklace, with a small crucifix hanging from the end.
-Portable GameBoy, with Super Mario Bros game cartridge
Years of Combat Experience: 1 and 1/2
Background: Growing up in a gas extraction colony, on the surface of Titan, Saturn’s largest moon, Kawal was born into a dark and dreary landscape, overcast skies, and lakes of liquid methane. The Titan colony was an important stepping stone to colonizing the gas giant Saturn, due to the relative ease of which the surface of Titan could be to colonized, and the abundance of hydrocarbons. Despite this, immigration to the Titan colony was slow, gradually dying off after the initial enthusiasm wore out. Once technology had sufficiently advanced to permit the proper colonization of gas giant planets, the Titan colony was largely abandoned, a small skeleton crew remaining to continue industrial operations upon the moon of Saturn.
The Dibal family was part of this skeleton crew, living year round in the cramped corridors of the Titan Extraction facility. Kawal was expected to work alongside his parents from a young age being told he must pull his weight on the colony. This tended to consist of him being made to crawl into tight areas where larger people wouldn’t be able to reach, to perform basic maintenance and inspections, as well as carrying out basic repairs, and patchwork.
As time passed, and the newly founded government of Saturn took over administration of the area of space surrounding the planet, the Titan colony began to slowly be pushed further and further back on the list of crucial colonies, with a diminishing crew, an absence of willing recruits, and lack of investment into modernizing the facility, the once ‘Titan’ of industry, slowly fell into disrepair. The moon was not truly abandoned, but subsidies slowly began to dry up, flights to and from the moon were reduced to only those absolutely necessary to maintain operation.
Despite the monotony of daily work, and the constant rationing of anything of value, Kawal managed to find ways to amuse himself, low gravity, combined with a dense atmosphere permitted him to perform astounding acrobatics, and even fly with basic modifications made to a bicycle. This led to a love of movement, and he was always trying to find new ways to exploit the wonderful properties of Titan’s atmosphere, this also gave birth to his dreams of space, and the incredible movements that could be performed in zero-g environments.
Eventually, as time passed, and Kawal grew up, the Saturn government recognized the needs to strengthen their military presence in the region. Titan was a prime location once more. Seemingly overnight, Kawal’s world was filled with more people than he had ever imagined could gather in one spot. It was also his first encounter with Frames. He didn’t think much of these lumbering machines at first glance, aside from to concede the strategic value, and industrial value, they provided.
With alarming speed, the Gas extraction facility became rapidly militarized, more and more soldiers appearing with each day, and for the first time in his life, Kawal could relax, there was an abundance of food, and there was more than enough adults to conduct the general maintenance that he had been responsible for, from such a young age.This brief period of exultation was not to last however.
The Jovian forces, well aware of the ongoing fortification of the moon, decided to take preemptive actions, sending out a mercenary punitive force, loaned the newest in Jovian Frame technology, and accompanied by an elite Frame Operator.
The assault began at roughly midnight, earth time. The Αστραπή Strike were dropped from low orbit, parachuting directly into the compound, and quickly set about inciting chaos. Cronian forces were quick to respond, answering the mercenary frames with their own, however, not expecting an attack, and inadequately prepared, they were continuously forced to fall back.
Kawal doesn’t remember much of that night, only fire and screams, imagery of bodies being ripped in half, running frantically through hallways as writhing infernos swarmed around him, desperately screaming as they begged for death. The one solid memory he has is of a Frame, unlike the others, rampaging through the facility. Resembling the Αστραπή Strike, it was at the same time smaller, with a sleek, silvery body, moving wraith-like as it burst through the thick smoke screen, surging ahead of the Αστραπή Strikes, to lead the charge, before just as quickly disappearing back into the cloud, leaving scrap metal where Cronian Frames had stood a moment ago.
As the night drew to an end, and the Cronian defence surrendered, the Mercenary force quickly looted the base, before disappearing into the void of space, not wanting to wait around for a more discerning response from the Saturn Military.
As fate would have it, during the chaos, Kawal stumbled upon a crashed Αστραπή Strike, it’s pilot dead from a failed landing. Taking refuge in the metallic hulk, he waited out the assault, until finally, a blinking messaged appeared on the screen of the machine, requesting all pilots withdraw to the extraction point. Unsure of what was going on, and uncertain if any of his friends or family was still alive, Kawal for some reason decided to follow the order, clumsily stumbling his way towards the red blip on his HUD.
Arriving to the extraction point, the silver frame was nowhere to be seen. Spouting of a lame excuse that his machine had been damaged, he managed to convince the mercenaries he was one of them, he quietly waited inside the enemy frame, forced to listen, and endure, the joking, and casual remarks made by the Mercs as they discussed the battle, laughing at the suffering they had just inflicted. Finally, their ride arrived, extracting them from the surface of the moon. Kawal was forced to once again conjure some lame excuse, as to why he couldn’t exit his frame, this time, however, the Mercs were less open-minded, their leader uttering a quick command to rip open the Frame. In a moment of panic, Kawal did the first thing he thought off, crashing the machine into the exit hatch, and ejecting himself, and the frame, out into open space. He didn’t spare a thought or a second glance, to witness the havoc he must have caused aboard the ship.
Drifting through space, Kawal largely expected this to be his end, spending several days inside the cramped cockpit, only the black screen to occupy himself at first, and then, when the machine ran out of fuel, true darkness enveloped him. Luckily, until a stray ship recovered him, on it’s way to deliver supplies to the Ganymede Ghosts. The captain listened to Kawal’s story, and after examining the Frame he had acquired, suggested he may find a home among them. Despite his apprehensions in joining a Mercenary band, Kawal didn’t see any path open to him, and so conceded that the captain was correct, agreeing to try and enlist when they arrived.
Whether it was out of pity, the advanced frame he had in his possession, or some other reason, the Ganymede Ghosts accepted him into the fold, where he began to learn to pilot his Frame in earnest.
Character Quote: "You see a
mousetrap; I see free cheese and a
fucking challenge."
Theme Song: I Get Close - Roney Anything Else: 
