Post by scallop on Feb 12, 2023 12:56:53 GMT
Name: Auguste de Mirabeau
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Marseille, France
Faction: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Appearance:
Giant of a man is a term Auguste has heard a lot, and one he does not shrug aside. Standing at 6'0, he really isn't all that tall but his large, broad figure more than makes up for it.His tanned skin is rippling with muscles from head to toe, with exceptionally muscular triceps and biceps, his shoulders often look big enough to carry a bison upon them. Despite this, his legs are skinnier in comparision, yet he attempts to keep his whole body at exceptional working rioder at all times, his contrasting legs apparently a cognitive choice. Underneath his uniform is a body riddled with scars and scrapes that haven't healed properly, but he wears these with pride as he sees these as badges of honour.
His face is fine chiseled and more handsome than he would give himself credit, with sharp blue eyes and a fine head of blonde hair that is usually combed back to reveal a usually stern and stoic visage.
Personality:
In a word, determined. Determined to acquire the paradise that he has been promised. Auguste doesn't believe in taking second best, to him the only acceptable result is victory and success, anything less than that is pathetic. As such, he is constantly pushing himself and others around him to become stronger and more powerful, to never let their guard down. Auguste is constantly looking for ways to improve himself, knowing that he is not perfect yet, but he knows that he is on the cusp of finding that great paradise on earth. He is a danger to be around, if anyone disobeys him, or he catches them slacking off, he won;t hesitate to personally reprimand and humiliate them to ensure that weakness doesn't spread. Around his fellow Titans, Auguste always stays at alert, never being at ease because he believes ijn himself and he believes battle could strike at any moment.
Auguste despises Spacians. Being forced to work alongside them makes him uncomfortable, but he believes there must be a prupose behind this. He also sees no problem in eliminating his peers and subordinates. After all, to him they are all just pawns so that they could create the perfect Earth that they were working towards. An Earth devoid of the Spacian scourge. In battle, he is a bloodthirsty machine that will stop at nothing to carry out his superior's orders, even if it means civilian casualties, if they can;t survive the events of the modern world, they don't deserve to live. Deep down, Auguste truly believes that the strong will rule and those who cannot make it, should be crushed and pushed to the side, in his eyes only the strong should survive and letting weak, protesting, needy people live is a mistake. If his superiors tell him to shoot, he shoots. If he decides he wants to shoot, he shoots.
History: Auguste never had a chance to meet his father, the venerable Reik Magnurv, some con artist that hailed from Side 2. Growing up, Auguste was the youngest of 3 boys, and his mother was always poor and struggling, barely making ends meet and he knew he had to step up from a young age. Auguste despised his brothers, men who pursued office jobs and never even tried to care for their mother, a woman wronged by some Spacian miscreant. Auguste took on many jobs over the eyars, working a lot in construction, but he always dreamed of doing something far greater to ensure that he could make a mark.
Auguste got intod rinking from a young age, constantly getting into fights and somehow always coming out on top despite many scars and bruises. Constantly, he found himself surrounded by weak willed citizens who could not see how poluted their beautiful Earth was becoming, and he was disgusted. He was disgusted when he found the doctors could do nothing for his mother, who died calling out for that Spacian snake that had injected his venom into her and fled. It was around then that he decided to enlist, put his strength where it needed to be.
Defending Earth.
He enlisted a couple years before the One Year War, but a court marshall prevented him from actually seeing action, however his superior ensured that it would only be temporary. Auguste looked up to his superior, he knew that he could see the greatness within him. It wasn't his fault he put his colleague into a coma, it was their fault for not being strong enough to take it. His superior died a few months later, seemingly in a suicide mission against some Zeon forces. To Auguste, there was nothing more noble than giving your life for the Earth. This was beautiful, and he vowed that he would see this planet become a paradise, even if he had to sacrifice every limb for it.
Furious he never got to see action, he was transferred voluntarily to the Titans, a role he saw perfect for himself. He enterred with swagger, as he felt right at home. Putting his skills to the test he sought to prove himself as an able combatant and found himself rising inr ank, much to his approval. His usage of force and obedient nature leant to him more than he had forseen, seeing the Titans as the true solution to the problem at hand. WHilst he found himself despising his Spacian colleagues, he knew deep down, he would ensure their extinction very soon.
Mobile Suit: RMS-154 Barzam
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Marseille, France
Faction: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Appearance:
Giant of a man is a term Auguste has heard a lot, and one he does not shrug aside. Standing at 6'0, he really isn't all that tall but his large, broad figure more than makes up for it.His tanned skin is rippling with muscles from head to toe, with exceptionally muscular triceps and biceps, his shoulders often look big enough to carry a bison upon them. Despite this, his legs are skinnier in comparision, yet he attempts to keep his whole body at exceptional working rioder at all times, his contrasting legs apparently a cognitive choice. Underneath his uniform is a body riddled with scars and scrapes that haven't healed properly, but he wears these with pride as he sees these as badges of honour.
His face is fine chiseled and more handsome than he would give himself credit, with sharp blue eyes and a fine head of blonde hair that is usually combed back to reveal a usually stern and stoic visage.
Personality:
In a word, determined. Determined to acquire the paradise that he has been promised. Auguste doesn't believe in taking second best, to him the only acceptable result is victory and success, anything less than that is pathetic. As such, he is constantly pushing himself and others around him to become stronger and more powerful, to never let their guard down. Auguste is constantly looking for ways to improve himself, knowing that he is not perfect yet, but he knows that he is on the cusp of finding that great paradise on earth. He is a danger to be around, if anyone disobeys him, or he catches them slacking off, he won;t hesitate to personally reprimand and humiliate them to ensure that weakness doesn't spread. Around his fellow Titans, Auguste always stays at alert, never being at ease because he believes ijn himself and he believes battle could strike at any moment.
Auguste despises Spacians. Being forced to work alongside them makes him uncomfortable, but he believes there must be a prupose behind this. He also sees no problem in eliminating his peers and subordinates. After all, to him they are all just pawns so that they could create the perfect Earth that they were working towards. An Earth devoid of the Spacian scourge. In battle, he is a bloodthirsty machine that will stop at nothing to carry out his superior's orders, even if it means civilian casualties, if they can;t survive the events of the modern world, they don't deserve to live. Deep down, Auguste truly believes that the strong will rule and those who cannot make it, should be crushed and pushed to the side, in his eyes only the strong should survive and letting weak, protesting, needy people live is a mistake. If his superiors tell him to shoot, he shoots. If he decides he wants to shoot, he shoots.
History: Auguste never had a chance to meet his father, the venerable Reik Magnurv, some con artist that hailed from Side 2. Growing up, Auguste was the youngest of 3 boys, and his mother was always poor and struggling, barely making ends meet and he knew he had to step up from a young age. Auguste despised his brothers, men who pursued office jobs and never even tried to care for their mother, a woman wronged by some Spacian miscreant. Auguste took on many jobs over the eyars, working a lot in construction, but he always dreamed of doing something far greater to ensure that he could make a mark.
Auguste got intod rinking from a young age, constantly getting into fights and somehow always coming out on top despite many scars and bruises. Constantly, he found himself surrounded by weak willed citizens who could not see how poluted their beautiful Earth was becoming, and he was disgusted. He was disgusted when he found the doctors could do nothing for his mother, who died calling out for that Spacian snake that had injected his venom into her and fled. It was around then that he decided to enlist, put his strength where it needed to be.
Defending Earth.
He enlisted a couple years before the One Year War, but a court marshall prevented him from actually seeing action, however his superior ensured that it would only be temporary. Auguste looked up to his superior, he knew that he could see the greatness within him. It wasn't his fault he put his colleague into a coma, it was their fault for not being strong enough to take it. His superior died a few months later, seemingly in a suicide mission against some Zeon forces. To Auguste, there was nothing more noble than giving your life for the Earth. This was beautiful, and he vowed that he would see this planet become a paradise, even if he had to sacrifice every limb for it.
Furious he never got to see action, he was transferred voluntarily to the Titans, a role he saw perfect for himself. He enterred with swagger, as he felt right at home. Putting his skills to the test he sought to prove himself as an able combatant and found himself rising inr ank, much to his approval. His usage of force and obedient nature leant to him more than he had forseen, seeing the Titans as the true solution to the problem at hand. WHilst he found himself despising his Spacian colleagues, he knew deep down, he would ensure their extinction very soon.
Mobile Suit: RMS-154 Barzam
