Post by Kogashi on Feb 13, 2023 18:05:03 GMT
Name: Nove Solvino
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Earth, Italy.
Faction: The Titans
Rank: Petty Officer 1st class
Appearance: Tends to be seen as younger than he is, thanks generally to his height. A bit on the pale side, though it goes well with his green eyes and white hair. Tends to stick with a standard titan uniform, though the dark blues seem a tad darker on his. Outside of uniform he tends to keep to simple black shirts, boots, and shorts.
Personality: He is a surprisingly agreeable type. Often to try and get people within the ranks to stop butting heads with each other, though not foolish enough to think all can be active friends with each other just by being on the same side. Despite his age he is at least mature enough to not rise to taunts, be it his childish appearances, social or military standing, everything from taunts about his likely manhood size to calling his mother a whore had always just rolled off his back with a slight smile, or a acknowledged chuckle. Though, this was not a kindness, as he shared the same 'nothing personal' smile as he shot down spacenoid after another, ending his racist jabs with those 'no need to think about it too much' chuckle. While his tone never shifted, he saw those born in space, as inferior in every way, and those born in space and of an opposing army, as 'rejecting nature's course'.
History: As a young boy, he grew up in a pit of hate. Not towards him, not aimed at him or his family. But there is nothing so dangerous that being grown by those hating 'the other'. He grew up with a natural cool distant for those born in the colonies, though not knowing why. Through out his school days, he would mull over how he could hate people when he doesn't know them, as inferior as they must be to called what his parents so willingly called them. Much of these questions started to fad as he turned his mind to military service, and honestly the out and out hate seemed to fade. The logic of the 'natural fact' of their inferiority in his mind however was far too seeded in his mind to really leave, especially with his earth centered life. He joined the earth military shortly after turning 15 and, while nothing exactly special on foot, his focus on support functions, sighting for snipers, radar work, and digital warfare must have impressed someone to allow him to try his hand behind a mobile suit, as much running ammo to the more fire happy soldiers than having him out on the front line to fight.
Mobile Suit: RGM-79SR GM Sniper III Medium Range Support-Type
Armaments:
1x Beam Saber
1x Long Range Beam Rifle
2x 60mm Vulcan Gun
1x 240mm Cannon
1x Shield
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Earth, Italy.
Faction: The Titans
Rank: Petty Officer 1st class
Appearance: Tends to be seen as younger than he is, thanks generally to his height. A bit on the pale side, though it goes well with his green eyes and white hair. Tends to stick with a standard titan uniform, though the dark blues seem a tad darker on his. Outside of uniform he tends to keep to simple black shirts, boots, and shorts.
Personality: He is a surprisingly agreeable type. Often to try and get people within the ranks to stop butting heads with each other, though not foolish enough to think all can be active friends with each other just by being on the same side. Despite his age he is at least mature enough to not rise to taunts, be it his childish appearances, social or military standing, everything from taunts about his likely manhood size to calling his mother a whore had always just rolled off his back with a slight smile, or a acknowledged chuckle. Though, this was not a kindness, as he shared the same 'nothing personal' smile as he shot down spacenoid after another, ending his racist jabs with those 'no need to think about it too much' chuckle. While his tone never shifted, he saw those born in space, as inferior in every way, and those born in space and of an opposing army, as 'rejecting nature's course'.
History: As a young boy, he grew up in a pit of hate. Not towards him, not aimed at him or his family. But there is nothing so dangerous that being grown by those hating 'the other'. He grew up with a natural cool distant for those born in the colonies, though not knowing why. Through out his school days, he would mull over how he could hate people when he doesn't know them, as inferior as they must be to called what his parents so willingly called them. Much of these questions started to fad as he turned his mind to military service, and honestly the out and out hate seemed to fade. The logic of the 'natural fact' of their inferiority in his mind however was far too seeded in his mind to really leave, especially with his earth centered life. He joined the earth military shortly after turning 15 and, while nothing exactly special on foot, his focus on support functions, sighting for snipers, radar work, and digital warfare must have impressed someone to allow him to try his hand behind a mobile suit, as much running ammo to the more fire happy soldiers than having him out on the front line to fight.
Mobile Suit: RGM-79SR GM Sniper III Medium Range Support-Type
Armaments:
1x Beam Saber
1x Long Range Beam Rifle
2x 60mm Vulcan Gun
1x 240mm Cannon
1x Shield
