[Bixir] Rōken Abe

Name: Rōken Abe
Age: Thirty
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Osaka, Japan
Faction: The Titans
Rank: Ensign
Appearance:


The man Rōken Abe is a far cry from his seeming reputation. Outwardly, he has next to no physical presence whatsoever, a scrawny beanpole of a man, rather at odds with his sordid record. His physical persona comes close to defying order entirely, so often does Rōken dress in casual business attire with such flagrant disregard for the rank-and-file. While he does have a formal uniform that he does wear from time to time (not the least of which is on sorties), it is much more common to see him appearing in direct violation of the Titans’ rigid dress code, in a baby-blue buttoned-down shirt, a battered red tie, and wrinkled slacks. His scruffy ponytail and equally unkempt stubble completes this haggard impression, one that he has no inclination of changing, under pain of discipline or otherwise.

Personality: Rōken is a boorish pleasure to be around. He is uncannily aloof, particularly in situations that ought to break most men. There does not seem to be anything that gets under his skin, and even when something manages to bother him, the man continues to hold a smile that comes off as more facetious than sincere. Rōken delights in toying with others, almost as much as he does in skirting the regulations of the Titans and the Federation at large. While this does not necessarily mean he is insubordinate, he is hardly an ideal role model, either. His reasons for defying tradition change like the tides, but they follow a pattern of disinterest in continuing things as they are simply for the sake of continuity, which only further confuses the issue given his family’s roots. Though Rōken will do as he is told - so long as he recognizes the authority giving the orders as legitimate - he is a vexing personality that will dance around conflict where he sees it, poking and prodding, seeing if he can play armchair psychologist to one’s woes… or worse, exacerbate them out of a sense of pragmatic curiosity.

Yet even this does not do much to get at Rōken’s apparent motives. After all, for someone so callous and slovenly as Rōken to get to where he is, he must have proven himself to be unshakably loyal to the cause about which he is so frequently jovial. Rōken is a cold man, whose eyes, disarming as they may appear, hold much more in common with the silver venom that pass his lips than the rest of his affable demeanor. It is unclear how much of this has always been Rōken’s personality, and how much of it is influenced by his experiences with the Newtype facilities, his tales of which do little to clear the air between fact and fiction. Whatever the case may be, he will not hesitate to do what is necessary, when it is necessary… but, until that time comes, Rōken is more than happy to indulge himself upon opportunity where he can find it.

History:

Much of Rōken’s mystique is in the wind, partly from the increasingly classified nature of his record, partly from not being that notable in the first place. Surprisingly, he did not see much action in his young age, even though he had been enlisted in the Federation as early as before the One Year War. Then, he was an unassuming logistics clerk, a glorified paper pusher who transferred from one station to the next with approximately the same duties. Rōken clearly had a mind for it, and while he kept his nose clean, his consistency and knack for keeping things in order did not go unnoticed over the years.

Rōken continued this trend, though he became less affiliated with desk work as his mental and social cunning became more evident to the higher-ups. Although Rōken had no interest in becoming a pilot, exponential developments in subsequent tests prompted curiosity in the potential broader applications of the man’s talents. These tests and a change in Rōken’s pattern of assignments largely kept him away from the conflicts that defined the new turn in the Universal Century. He only learned about Operation Stardust and the subsequent incidents after the fact, from the comfort of private training facilities… more to the point, Rōken received the news with an off-handed chuckle. Whether it was of his own volition or that of his extended training, that jarring humor would only continue to define Rōken’s fractured notoriety.

Though Rōken continued to be more of a doer than an achiever, he only became a more valuable asset to the Federation, and eventually, to the Titans. Despite his incorrigible lack of decorum and discipline, the latter organization proved to fit his skills like a glove. Rōken became a consultant of sorts, serving as an analyst for various Titans operations, and providing his insight on how best to maximize their success. Much of this was interstitched with his time in the Titans’ burgeoning Newtype program, which is itself a black hole of confidentiality that Rōken has been equally disinterested in divulging to anyone who has tried to ask him. Whatever the case may be, the enigma of a man has since transitioned fully into being a mobile suit pilot. His skill is far from what one would expect from a Newtype, but this is his new lot in life… or at least, that’s what his file says.

Mobile Suit: RMS-117 Galbaldy Beta

• 1x Beam Rifle
• 1x Shield
• 1x Beam Saber