Go Go Big Robotman! {On Hold}

I know it's technically on hold, but you know I'm game for whatever you put up

- Character Sheet -


Name: Arius Argent

Age: 37 cycles

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Homeworld: New Oberon

Appearance:

Although rarely seen without at least a modicum of his combat armor, behind the regalia of war is a brutish visage of a man who has witnessed a thousand duels, unkempt white wisps of fuzzy hair poke from his scalp, spreading like wildfire through his head, straightening into bestial sideburns crossing down his cheeks. His skin is tanned from constant sunlight exposure, and rather rough to the touch. Arius is of an incredibly muscular build, a scarred and rustic body riddled with scars he refused to fix. Despite long-lost to time, a fellow human or two have mentioned he could possibly remind them of warriors of old, although not even those could confirm it.

Equipment: Always armor-clad in golden plates denoting his pride on his past, it functions a bit similarly to power armor used on infantry combat, although he has never been on the frontlines of a squadron, it was mostly used in New Oberon to safeguard the many pilots testing their mettle so to not have any unnecessary casualties. It mostly helps to keep his intimidating presence, breathing in less oxygen-reliant planets and shield his body from a couple conventional energy and ballistic firearms.

Affiliation: N/A

Skills: Excellent pilot and combatant

Personality: There have been many things said about Arius Argent: outstanding, insane, violent, bad-mannered, aloof, idiotic, genius. There may be some truth to each and every definition, for a man is not limited to words, or so he would say. He is rather easygoing mostly, his specific conditions growing up made him somewhat rough around the edges and completely alienated from certain social conducts many would consider obvious, but he is not vile nor mischievous. The one constant most - if not all - who crossed paths with Argent would agree on is he is absolutely battle-crazed, raised in a manner allegedly befitting of ancient warrior cultures of Terra, passed on from hearsay of others who he lived among, to Arius there is not a single thing in the world better than crossing blades with another, riding their metallic giants and clashing to their hearts content, until death takes him from inside his metal coffin. There is glory in combat, there is sorrow, anger, joy and, most importantly, honor. The usual easygoing Arius changes completely once inside his mech, a hot-headed madman craving for battle coming to the surface instead.

Background: New Oberon is famous for their mostly legal gladiatorial fights, where Armor-Riders from across the universe compete against each other or, in most cases, where moguls pit their slaves in deadly combat for the sake of a few more credits. Arius was no different, a slave since birth, given no name as he was sold to settle debts. The boy knew nothing but the pits from infancy, raised for manual labor until, by chance, he stumbled upon an antique and displayed some promise. It was love at first sight, piloting these insane machines against other seasoned riders, tasting the hardest of defeats to then overcome the adversary on a later rematch, learning from the older slaves. It wasn't long before the boy grew into a man, that simple focused mind of his birthing a legend of the combats in his own right, while his competitors would come with cyber-enhancements and state-of-the-art armaments, his obsession with strength and rigorous training bested them all, he craved to reach the summit of body and machine as one, and no matter how absurd his deeds grew - enlarged by the intoxicated crowds and unreliable media outlets - the summit seems to always elude him, growing higher still.

He had never thought about ending his state of servitude, until one day one of the customary revolts of such unlawful planets broke out, and this time his owner was among the corpses. There were no shed tears from Arius, that much should be obvious, although the sudden realization of freedom filled his heart with dread. Still unsatisfied he fought a while longer at the arenas, mock battles and duels of the most varied assortment, yet New Oberon had become less and less visited by outsiders, and those that came for an easy buck would often get sent back home with repair bills crawling into the list of financial problems. Eventually enough was enough, out of his monotony standing atop a mere mound on his path of discovery, the gladiator set his eyes on the stars, and since then tales of his exploits - no matter how minuscle in the grand scheme of things - have been the pride of his peers back in the pits.

What is your business on the Bazaar?: Looking for a new job that hopefully involves mech combat.

- Mecha Sheet -

Mecha Name: The Cyclopean

Specialty: Built for close and medium-ranged combat of the most elite level.

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Weapons/Equipment: The Cyclopean comes equipped with two pairs of blades to cleave through the opposition, the pair on it's back specifically is made to overheat and thus mow down more resistent mechas with it's blazing slashes. The suit is also compatible with most standard military-issue firearms, and usually carries a laser rifle into battle to make up for it's apparent lack of range. It also comes outfitted with missile launchers on it's legs, firing barrages of highly explosive projectiles at the push of a button. On it's forearms, the suit also boasts from a switching mechanism capable of firing ballistic ammunition or, if switched around, unleash a powerful laser burst in an arc. Additionally, the center pieces of it's skirt can detach and transform into hooks, especially useful to keep enemies in place or just remove chunks of armor.

Hidden underneath Cyclopean's shoulder pads are an extra pair of arms that can be activated at a moment's notice, even though the usual human pilot has a hard enough time keeping track of four limbs, to one truly dedicated to the battlefield, pushing the boundaries of possibility is but a reoccurring challenge to be overcome.

Other than that, the mecha is equipped rather new motion scanners, cameras and systems to guarantee not only flight but space combat capabilities, as well as the standard recon and fighting capabilities.

Special Attributes: Despite the recommendations against it, Arius installed a performance enhancer on his mecha that boosts it's power output for short bursts, but the added output not only would strain the pilot significantly out of sheer pressure alone, it also requires approximate perfection when handling the machine's mechanisms, an understanding of just how much one can push it before parts start breaking off or reactors start melting. It is not for the easily distracted, and removes every conceivable limitation of the softwares installed in the suit's systems to allow for better maneuverability and more responsive controls as well. Arius thought his seniors would have liked him to call it 'Pandora', and thus he did just that.

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