Report in!: Cornelius Seprentia
Show me your face.:
What would you prefer?: I'd prefer you called me by my Name or Rank. Really, It seems at times like you kids today have no respect anymore.
Tell me some things to look for.: Outside of the cockpit I'm a pretty calm and relaxed guy. I usually just let stuff slid by and rarely if ever have I held a grudge. Sure, I have an odd way of speaking and my thoughts can seem random but they always get to the point or solve the Problem, usually in ways you never would have thought of. Now, Anger isn't something a person sees when they spend quality time with me. Well, MY anger anyway. I've pissed quite a few people off with m attitudes and I love a good friendly argument more than anything. But If you mess with my beloved Mech you will find yourself in a shitstorm of pain you could never imagine. I loves it to death and sware I will die before it does. You ******** with it, you may die. Now, That brings me to how I may behave inside. You see, As I mentioned, I dislike when my Baby gets hurt so out there where We're being shot at and beat up I get angry often. Luckily, I get far more focused when I'm angry. Like the Hulk, only I don't grow to a freakish size or change color. I just, you know, Can focus and concentrate more.
Your affiliation is?: With that one group, uh. . . Tiejoro! Yea. That's who signs my Paychecks. Good pay too. See? Probably more than you're making to learn all this, eh?
What's your status?: Beta Heavy. Don't act like it's some s**t rank or anything, they just slipped me there because there was an opening for a Heavy Pilot.
Things you're fond of?: I loves my Mech. I Loves me a slice of warm apple pie with a dollop of Ice-cream on top and a glass of cool Ice tea on a hot day after doing hard work. The Scent of a woman's hair in the morning after good nights sleep. The sound you get when you rub two Quarters together and intend to blow them on stupid s**t for nothing more than shits and giggles. The feeling you get when you blow an entire day at the arcade and FINALLY, beat the high score.
What you would like to avoid?: Spiders of all shapes and sizes. A fist fight with an idiot. Having to explain something more than once because the other refuses to listen to Facts and experience. When Kids gain honors they shouldn't have and throw it in the faces of experienced fighters who have sat in the same position but have seen more combat than the upstart could imagine. Watching the look in a friends eye vanish as their lifeblood pours out onto your lap. The memories of the family lost to an idea that has no meaning anymore. The feeling you get when you bite into a rotten Peach as well as Peaches in general.
You look about..: Six foot Four inches. Certainly taller than you, shorty.
Give me some background.: So, I was born in to a small family of Mech Engineers and Mechanics. Make decent money and so I was pretty well off. Got to spend a ton of time around Mechs so I appreciate them more than most Pilots I meet these days. So, My family had this huge Pet Project. A Big a** Mech they built from Scratch. I think they started it around My Grandpa's Father's time. Who knows for certain? All I know is that it was passed down to my Father who spent a lot of his free time working on it, My Mother too. She was a weapons Engineer. Helped with that Crazy Cannon on the sides. Angry sunnuva b***h too. Well, What with war and everything Designers and Engineers were constantly in high demand and thus were great Targets for Assassins. Needless to say, That's what happened to my family. Not a pretty sight when you're but a boy. After that I bounced around a few Homes until I was old enough to Be a Pilot. Worked through the Ranks with my Inheritance. I refused to pilot anything except my Baby and they didn't care so long as I killed the enemy. That's my life, really. Nothing big or special. Im a soldier. What more does a commander really want? Nothing. Just more bodies to throw at the Enemy until someone surrenders.
They keep getting younger and younger.: Though, I'm no old man myself. I mean, Thirty eight is old? Since when?
Sex?: Yes pleas- Oh! You mean my Gender. Male.
Is that yours?:
What's the model?: Seprentia Family Custom. One of a kind my friend, sorry to say.
Mech's weapon loadout?: Not sure where to start on that. That big thing on the right? I don't know really. I just call it the Railgun. I mean, That's what it is and all, but I don't know the exact name or anything like that. I didn't build it after all. Pretty damn scary to shoot, let alone be hit with. Gots its ups and downs. Upside, Usually kills just about everything I've hit. Downside, Shuts down my Mech for a pain in the a** Cool-Down. Some days its pretty quick, others it'll take for EVER it seems. As to the rest, well, I've got four mounted Turret Guns. Serious load-out of Explosive and Armor Peircing rounds. Gotta show those Newer Models that Bullets can still keep up with those Energy Rounds. Got two to either side of the Head.
That thing between his legs aint what you think it is. Is just some Small Plasma rifle I ripped off of some Mech way back when. It isn't much for strength but it'll distract a foe and shoot down Rockets pretty damn good. Oh! Speaking of which, to the Right there, just underneath the Radar Jammer is a My personal favorite; My Rocket Pod. Big sunnuva b***h aint it? Has to be to keep balance even with that Gun on the other side. Carries Six hundred Rockets. An odd assortment of Anit-Air and Anti-Tank Rounds. Good for peeling those snappy bastards out of the sky or blowing some holes in those new fangled Energy shields I see all over the place.
Of course, I have an Energy Shield of my own. Nothing big. Keeps a constant field around my Mech but at the cost of strength. I mean, she'll stop a round or too but the rest is all that Thick armor. A good, what? Twelve feet of the Hardest Effing metal you can find? All at the thickest parts. The rest is of course thinner but those are in VERy well protected places. My family has burned Generations on this thing. I mean, Grandpa paid a King's Ransom for the Plating and I'll be damned if it aint worth it.
Oh, I see you admiring the feet there. Yea. Those Are some strong Pistons. Supposed to be for Stabilizing it when I fire my Cannon or for going up Steep Climbs, But I've found it can tear through some of the smaller Mechs pretty damn easily. And lastly, See the Head there? Yea, that's not the Cockpit. It opens. You'll find several Plates that interlock lining the inside. All of them Sharpened or Pointed. Aye, Like Some Great Metal Dinosaur from Hell. Intimidating, Aint it?
Anything else? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxEPV4kolz0
Hello, is anyone there?: Hemlock Dressedel, Duh.
Show me your face.:
What would you prefer?: I'd prefer you called me by my Name or Rank. Really, It seems at times like you kids today have no respect anymore.
Tell me some things to look for.: Outside of the cockpit I'm a pretty calm and relaxed guy. I usually just let stuff slid by and rarely if ever have I held a grudge. Sure, I have an odd way of speaking and my thoughts can seem random but they always get to the point or solve the Problem, usually in ways you never would have thought of. Now, Anger isn't something a person sees when they spend quality time with me. Well, MY anger anyway. I've pissed quite a few people off with m attitudes and I love a good friendly argument more than anything. But If you mess with my beloved Mech you will find yourself in a shitstorm of pain you could never imagine. I loves it to death and sware I will die before it does. You ******** with it, you may die. Now, That brings me to how I may behave inside. You see, As I mentioned, I dislike when my Baby gets hurt so out there where We're being shot at and beat up I get angry often. Luckily, I get far more focused when I'm angry. Like the Hulk, only I don't grow to a freakish size or change color. I just, you know, Can focus and concentrate more.
Your affiliation is?: With that one group, uh. . . Tiejoro! Yea. That's who signs my Paychecks. Good pay too. See? Probably more than you're making to learn all this, eh?
What's your status?: Beta Heavy. Don't act like it's some s**t rank or anything, they just slipped me there because there was an opening for a Heavy Pilot.
Things you're fond of?: I loves my Mech. I Loves me a slice of warm apple pie with a dollop of Ice-cream on top and a glass of cool Ice tea on a hot day after doing hard work. The Scent of a woman's hair in the morning after good nights sleep. The sound you get when you rub two Quarters together and intend to blow them on stupid s**t for nothing more than shits and giggles. The feeling you get when you blow an entire day at the arcade and FINALLY, beat the high score.
What you would like to avoid?: Spiders of all shapes and sizes. A fist fight with an idiot. Having to explain something more than once because the other refuses to listen to Facts and experience. When Kids gain honors they shouldn't have and throw it in the faces of experienced fighters who have sat in the same position but have seen more combat than the upstart could imagine. Watching the look in a friends eye vanish as their lifeblood pours out onto your lap. The memories of the family lost to an idea that has no meaning anymore. The feeling you get when you bite into a rotten Peach as well as Peaches in general.
You look about..: Six foot Four inches. Certainly taller than you, shorty.
Give me some background.: So, I was born in to a small family of Mech Engineers and Mechanics. Make decent money and so I was pretty well off. Got to spend a ton of time around Mechs so I appreciate them more than most Pilots I meet these days. So, My family had this huge Pet Project. A Big a** Mech they built from Scratch. I think they started it around My Grandpa's Father's time. Who knows for certain? All I know is that it was passed down to my Father who spent a lot of his free time working on it, My Mother too. She was a weapons Engineer. Helped with that Crazy Cannon on the sides. Angry sunnuva b***h too. Well, What with war and everything Designers and Engineers were constantly in high demand and thus were great Targets for Assassins. Needless to say, That's what happened to my family. Not a pretty sight when you're but a boy. After that I bounced around a few Homes until I was old enough to Be a Pilot. Worked through the Ranks with my Inheritance. I refused to pilot anything except my Baby and they didn't care so long as I killed the enemy. That's my life, really. Nothing big or special. Im a soldier. What more does a commander really want? Nothing. Just more bodies to throw at the Enemy until someone surrenders.
They keep getting younger and younger.: Though, I'm no old man myself. I mean, Thirty eight is old? Since when?
Sex?: Yes pleas- Oh! You mean my Gender. Male.
Is that yours?:
What's the model?: Seprentia Family Custom. One of a kind my friend, sorry to say.
Mech's weapon loadout?: Not sure where to start on that. That big thing on the right? I don't know really. I just call it the Railgun. I mean, That's what it is and all, but I don't know the exact name or anything like that. I didn't build it after all. Pretty damn scary to shoot, let alone be hit with. Gots its ups and downs. Upside, Usually kills just about everything I've hit. Downside, Shuts down my Mech for a pain in the a** Cool-Down. Some days its pretty quick, others it'll take for EVER it seems. As to the rest, well, I've got four mounted Turret Guns. Serious load-out of Explosive and Armor Peircing rounds. Gotta show those Newer Models that Bullets can still keep up with those Energy Rounds. Got two to either side of the Head.
That thing between his legs aint what you think it is. Is just some Small Plasma rifle I ripped off of some Mech way back when. It isn't much for strength but it'll distract a foe and shoot down Rockets pretty damn good. Oh! Speaking of which, to the Right there, just underneath the Radar Jammer is a My personal favorite; My Rocket Pod. Big sunnuva b***h aint it? Has to be to keep balance even with that Gun on the other side. Carries Six hundred Rockets. An odd assortment of Anit-Air and Anti-Tank Rounds. Good for peeling those snappy bastards out of the sky or blowing some holes in those new fangled Energy shields I see all over the place.
Of course, I have an Energy Shield of my own. Nothing big. Keeps a constant field around my Mech but at the cost of strength. I mean, she'll stop a round or too but the rest is all that Thick armor. A good, what? Twelve feet of the Hardest Effing metal you can find? All at the thickest parts. The rest is of course thinner but those are in VERy well protected places. My family has burned Generations on this thing. I mean, Grandpa paid a King's Ransom for the Plating and I'll be damned if it aint worth it.
Oh, I see you admiring the feet there. Yea. Those Are some strong Pistons. Supposed to be for Stabilizing it when I fire my Cannon or for going up Steep Climbs, But I've found it can tear through some of the smaller Mechs pretty damn easily. And lastly, See the Head there? Yea, that's not the Cockpit. It opens. You'll find several Plates that interlock lining the inside. All of them Sharpened or Pointed. Aye, Like Some Great Metal Dinosaur from Hell. Intimidating, Aint it?
Anything else? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxEPV4kolz0
Hello, is anyone there?: Hemlock Dressedel, Duh.
