Post by scarletsentinel on May 3, 2023 14:11:07 GMT
Name: Amanda Marshal
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Side 2
Faction: Titans
Rank: Ensign
Appearance:
Despite her troubled adolescence, Amanda is an attractive young woman with a healthy muscle toned body. Her rather curvy body is hourglass shaped, a bit heavier on the bottom though with her wide hips. She has jet black hair that is neck length with long bangs in the front. Amanda still has her pupiless cybernetic blue eyes, a leftover of the experiments she was part of. Her face is almost always expressionless, only moving when she is disappointed or displaying interest in something. She is 5'10" and weighs 140 pounds.
Uniform wise she wears a jacket type with pants that are both somewhat snug on her, logically concluding that skirts in space are not a good idea. In her off-wear she tends to be rather formal, wearing dress shirts and slacks.
Personality: Amanda has been essentially lobotomized, destroying or dampening much of her emotional spectrum. She comes across as quite serious or stern to those that don't really know her, Amy has no other way to convey if she is positive or negative unless saying so. Despite being emotionally blank, she is quiet kind and cares for others. Humor is something rather lost on her, probably suspended in some fluid back at the lab. Her filter is a bit broken as well... often being quite blunt when she isn't trying to be. When it comes to carrying out her duty she is very serious, even following orders meant as a joke. She has a bitterness when it comes to hardline Zeons such as Axis, that she was cast out from her home... tortured and experimented on.
History: Amanda was a refugee displaced by the One Year War, the evacuation shuttle was over capacity and her parents managed to fight for enough room for her to board before it took off without them. She was supposed to be going to the moon to live with her aunt, but the shuttle was forced to detour to Side 3 after damage taken during take off. The shuttle's passengers were "processed" by soldiers upon disembarking, being moved into different lines. Amy was thrown in with the people that didn't have time to grab anything in the panic. Being from the same colony they stuck together for awhile, living on the streets. Some of them managed to get their IDs in order and find work... quickly forgetting the sorrow of their neighbors for the comfort of a warm bed. In June of 79 was when they began to round people up for mining jobs, Amy was young but so were some others desperate to earn a living. It was hard being small and having to operate equipment meant for men several times her size. For a few weeks it worked out for her, she was able to buy food but was still living wherever she could. There were rumors of teens being abducted off the street, she paid it no mind until it happened to her one night. She was drugged and dragged into a van, her senses too hazy to remember anything more than that.
The girl of 13 was practically brainwashed, her mind slowly being scrubbed away. Then came the drugs and surgeries; they dug around in her head, replaced her eyes with mechanical ones. From what she gathered they were experimenting on ways to make better soldiers. They ran the subjects of various ages through drills, but some were practically lobotomized and often had seizures. As the war dragged on, the amount of test subjects dwindled... either from complications of the surgery or finding some way to commit suicide in their rooms. She was one of the last functioning few subjects in the end. The scientists were about to burn the place down but didn't have time to when the now unguarded facility was attacked by angry colonists. She was taken to a hospital where they uncovered the various things done to her body. Aside from her eyes, there was some type of surgery done on her frontal lobe... essentially a lobotomy. She among others were put in a special program that kept them well cared for. People saw her as an invalid, an emotionless doll to be the poster girl for Zeon's disgusting experiments done in the shadows. Despite her not being able to show her anger or really any emotion, she could only sit and watch as the world went by. Around the time of her 15th birthday was when Operation Stardust occurred, a deep anger burned inside of her.
Despite the program's staff trying to stop her from leaving, she enlisted in the Federation. At every turn they tried to wash her out with medical excuses, but showed off as much as she could to prove them wrong... pushing herself beyond what she thought herself capable. Other cadets often wondered why she would ever turn to this life, she would simply answer that she knew nothing else... had nothing else and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In simulated battles she was a monster, far outpacing her fellow cadets and surprising instructors. What it really came down to were her special eyes and to an extent being nearly deaf to irrational sensations like fear and self preservation. Logic and reason were her weapons, she used them like swords and destroyed any obstacles in her way into becoming an officer. Defending the Republic's borders were enough to satisfy her ambitions for a time... but when she was roped into working for the Titans, it reached new heights.
Mobile Suit: RMS-108 Marasai (Painted various shades of dark gray)
Built in: 2x 50mm Vulcan Gun, 2x Beam Saber, 1x Shoulder Shield
Equipped: Feyadeen Rifle
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Side 2
Faction: Titans
Rank: Ensign
Appearance:
Despite her troubled adolescence, Amanda is an attractive young woman with a healthy muscle toned body. Her rather curvy body is hourglass shaped, a bit heavier on the bottom though with her wide hips. She has jet black hair that is neck length with long bangs in the front. Amanda still has her pupiless cybernetic blue eyes, a leftover of the experiments she was part of. Her face is almost always expressionless, only moving when she is disappointed or displaying interest in something. She is 5'10" and weighs 140 pounds.
Uniform wise she wears a jacket type with pants that are both somewhat snug on her, logically concluding that skirts in space are not a good idea. In her off-wear she tends to be rather formal, wearing dress shirts and slacks.
Personality: Amanda has been essentially lobotomized, destroying or dampening much of her emotional spectrum. She comes across as quite serious or stern to those that don't really know her, Amy has no other way to convey if she is positive or negative unless saying so. Despite being emotionally blank, she is quiet kind and cares for others. Humor is something rather lost on her, probably suspended in some fluid back at the lab. Her filter is a bit broken as well... often being quite blunt when she isn't trying to be. When it comes to carrying out her duty she is very serious, even following orders meant as a joke. She has a bitterness when it comes to hardline Zeons such as Axis, that she was cast out from her home... tortured and experimented on.
History: Amanda was a refugee displaced by the One Year War, the evacuation shuttle was over capacity and her parents managed to fight for enough room for her to board before it took off without them. She was supposed to be going to the moon to live with her aunt, but the shuttle was forced to detour to Side 3 after damage taken during take off. The shuttle's passengers were "processed" by soldiers upon disembarking, being moved into different lines. Amy was thrown in with the people that didn't have time to grab anything in the panic. Being from the same colony they stuck together for awhile, living on the streets. Some of them managed to get their IDs in order and find work... quickly forgetting the sorrow of their neighbors for the comfort of a warm bed. In June of 79 was when they began to round people up for mining jobs, Amy was young but so were some others desperate to earn a living. It was hard being small and having to operate equipment meant for men several times her size. For a few weeks it worked out for her, she was able to buy food but was still living wherever she could. There were rumors of teens being abducted off the street, she paid it no mind until it happened to her one night. She was drugged and dragged into a van, her senses too hazy to remember anything more than that.
The girl of 13 was practically brainwashed, her mind slowly being scrubbed away. Then came the drugs and surgeries; they dug around in her head, replaced her eyes with mechanical ones. From what she gathered they were experimenting on ways to make better soldiers. They ran the subjects of various ages through drills, but some were practically lobotomized and often had seizures. As the war dragged on, the amount of test subjects dwindled... either from complications of the surgery or finding some way to commit suicide in their rooms. She was one of the last functioning few subjects in the end. The scientists were about to burn the place down but didn't have time to when the now unguarded facility was attacked by angry colonists. She was taken to a hospital where they uncovered the various things done to her body. Aside from her eyes, there was some type of surgery done on her frontal lobe... essentially a lobotomy. She among others were put in a special program that kept them well cared for. People saw her as an invalid, an emotionless doll to be the poster girl for Zeon's disgusting experiments done in the shadows. Despite her not being able to show her anger or really any emotion, she could only sit and watch as the world went by. Around the time of her 15th birthday was when Operation Stardust occurred, a deep anger burned inside of her.
Despite the program's staff trying to stop her from leaving, she enlisted in the Federation. At every turn they tried to wash her out with medical excuses, but showed off as much as she could to prove them wrong... pushing herself beyond what she thought herself capable. Other cadets often wondered why she would ever turn to this life, she would simply answer that she knew nothing else... had nothing else and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In simulated battles she was a monster, far outpacing her fellow cadets and surprising instructors. What it really came down to were her special eyes and to an extent being nearly deaf to irrational sensations like fear and self preservation. Logic and reason were her weapons, she used them like swords and destroyed any obstacles in her way into becoming an officer. Defending the Republic's borders were enough to satisfy her ambitions for a time... but when she was roped into working for the Titans, it reached new heights.
Mobile Suit: RMS-108 Marasai (Painted various shades of dark gray)
Built in: 2x 50mm Vulcan Gun, 2x Beam Saber, 1x Shoulder Shield
Equipped: Feyadeen Rifle
