Name: Shane Moon Garvalle
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 178cm
Weight: 86kg
Eye Color: black
Hair Color: black
Ethnicity: Lunarian
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1009528779674234900/1026565787407892531/he_is_lined_2.jpg
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme.../1026538984052097084/JPEG_20190614_153009.jpg
Other Information: The right side of his upper body is cybernetically modified. His right arm, containing a heart rate monitor, as well containing the interactable part of his right eye's navigation system; allowing for adjustments on the chosen destinations at his convenience.
The installed catch-all nav between his eye and arm comes with a thermometre, varometre and a simple climate forecast; most of which were already there by default when he installed the whole Navigation pack, even if they're... pretty useless within the usual enviroments Shane works in
The time he's spent alone while traversing the surface of the moon with his deliveries have made a mess of the already not too sociable lad. Recent events did no favors to what is already quite an unstable state of mind. He'll either not speak at all, or refuse to shut up for several minutes depending on the topic; which mostly range from the mere engineering of regular use vehicles, to that of mobile weapons, as well as the general state of transit routes. When not rambling or giving the silent treatment, Shane usually devolves into senseless humming, filling in the silence while trying not to be a bother to other people.
In terms of disliking stuff, his list is generally comprised of things that annoy him, which vary and shift with a regularity of its own depending on how he's feeling at the moment.
He's got a crippling addiction to tuning his bike, as well as taking notes of all he does each day, attempting to not forget anything.
Shane's allergic to bees and peanuts.
Biography: Born as nothing but an ordinary human within the bounds of the Moon, Shane had spent his almost two decades of life struggling within the crapshoot of a rich people society that it was, a kingdom in a time where that system had been proven wrong several times in the past, far away in that pale blue dot. And it wasn't too long ago that it was proved wrong once more, as the Kingdom Of Everglory collapsed, its foundation crumbling as the people fell into bloodshed, destroying themselves between revolts and chaos.
As Endymion rose to fill in the blanks and fix the cracks in the system, the feelings within the boy's mind were... confusing. On one side, he was happy, almost euphoric that finally, after so many years he would be able to rise, his family would be able to improve their living situation; the work they'd put into the endless feudal grinder finally over, whatever they worked on next being with a light at the end of the tunnel and an improvement in the quality of their own lives.
And on the other side of that ecstatic coin, lay the result of observing death first hand, deep scars left into the mind of a young adult who'd never known it; the numbers staggering to his arguably simple mind; turning what had been an upbeat - if awkward -child, into a shell of his former self, quieter if not just purely introverted.
Within the newly inserted system the work of the people meant a lot, as from the cataclysmic fall of a feudal monarchy came the requirement for infrastructure, supplies, and the means to quickly transport them. That is where the Moon-Garvalle Logistics company comes in, founded quickly, and shoddily by necessity. Shane was given the work that Androids couldn't fully manage, dealing with people, monitoring the simpler orders; filling in the blanks where what his parents could afford didn't manage on its own.
For this, he made use of a bike in order to deliver things within the city - mostly the lighter cargo - getting himself a small reputation with local law enforcement for speeding on the ways to and from. For the things that couldn't be carried on the back of a motorbike he employed a noticeably old truck, bought second hand and fixed up by Shane himself, to keep up with more modern vehicles.
The big highlight within the roster of vehicles and tools used by the company was a personal trooper his father specifically bought due to its mass-produced nature and its dirt-cheap price. A mass produced Huckebein MK-II, dressed down and disarmed in order to use as a worker PT, carrying the heavier packages that no other vehicle in their possession could carry. In charge of its maintenance and piloting was, of course, the one courier the company had, the owner's son, Shane himself; building his reputation as someone generally skilled with machinery with the other townspeople.
A couple months into the logistics grind, Shane got himself into an accident; the front wheel of his bike being pricked by a stray nail from a nearby construction site as he sped down the street. Being flung several meters forwards, Shane failed to let go of the bike until slamming down onto the ground, trapped under the revved up vehicle's rear wheel; the package he was carrying fragmenting, shards of metal scattering through the pavement - one of which ended up stabbed deep into his right eye.
The motorcycle itself fell over Shane's right arm, and if a concussion and a lost eye weren't enough, the thrust handle stuck at full throttle, causing the remaining wheel to spin, rubber heating up and burning through cloth, and moments later skin, shattering bone and scattering the pieces, leaving Shane's arm mangled beyond repair once the fuel had ran out.
Refusing to put down his line of work, the still young Garvalle requested for the damaged parts to be removed entirely and replaced with whatever prosthesis were left for him after the recent conflict within the very cities he called home. It didn't matter how shoddy their state was, or how many broken ribs they'd have to pull out in order to get their systems into his body; all that mattered was that by the end of that week, one way or another, he wanted to be back on the road. And despite his father's worries and while still struggling to use the arm and eye he was given, Shane was once more on the job.
During the time Shane was off of commission, the Moon-Garvalle logistics company received a request directly from Endymion, one to take a set of spare pieces for a personal trooper over to a hangar tucked away from the cities themselves; this request was held up until the now Cyborg returned to work, but once he did, the supplies were loaded onto a provided vehicle, Shane being given an oxygen supply enough for several weeks and sent off to the given coordinates.
Once arriving at the hangar site, the Courier carefully moved the boxes of supplies into the place itself, he ended up flabberghasted at the fact it was...empty, or at least emptied of people. Doublechecking his notes, the courier verified that he was at the right place and time, yet there was no official waiting. taking into account the supplies he'd brought himself and the time allocated for the delivery, Shane decided to sit back and wait for a while.
Several hours later, when there was still no response, direct inquiry being met with slight confusion and the assurance that the officer in charge had infact chipped in to work that day, the cyborg eventually grew impatient, digging his nose into the base's business by stepping into the hangar proper, being met with an iron giant, something he'd read about at some point, a finnicky old machine birthed from a direct advancement of the Gespenst line, in this case a variant that appeared several years back on the opposite side of the so called "good guys", the Alteisen Nacht. It seemed to be out of comission, or at the very least in a state of mild disrepair, some of its joints having given in under its own weight, as well as several pieces of plating having been taken off within the process the goverment had been putting it through.
Having waited hours longer after the discovery, the young man begun making use of what he had studied regarding the Gespenst line when learning about the evolution of PTs in order to get an understanding on what to get for his family's huckebein; essentially Shane started fixing the nacht himself, completing a piece of work for Endymion that, at the very least he didn't know was even part of the contract, if it even was. In the end simply, adjusting the energy source and jumping into the cockpit, setting up the mech for maintenance testing and going through its motions; not too different from what he was used to, being slightly faster than Shane was accustomed to, he resorted to connecting his navigation's AI connect to the mech's systems, using it to close the gap between his skills and the machine's needs as much as possible.
During the period assumed to have been testing, the courier sent a couple of messages to a given Endymion contact and to his company:
To Endymion's logistics department:
Given the incomplete nature of my contract's limitations, and the lack of reliable feedback or support from the assigned officer due to their absence, I have taken upon me the task of finishing the the maintenance and repairs being performed on the stored Alteisen and am currently in the process of testing the effectiveness of said repairs, should anything happen during this process my navigation's system is activated and registered for tracking.
To mother and father:
I have lost control of my steering and am barreling out of the designated safe area while in the cockpit of mech they hired us to help fix up, please send help; the white of its the white of its armor reminds me of the lunar surface at night.
After the messages were sent, the Nacht was confirmed exiting its storage facility, unopposed due to the temporary security clearance given to the lad attempting to "pilot" it for the delivery.
Mobile Weapon: Alteisen Nacht
Affiliation: (Tangentually) Enforcing Deterrent To Military On Earth "Endymion"
Combat Style: Charger
Strengths: Shane's got no proper training in terms of combat, generally working it out through the unbridled instinct of charging forwards, perfect synergy to his machine's style of fighting. All that is complemented with the skills developed through his driving skills, reckless as he is, giving way to a heightened sense of direction and spatial awareness; this compliments his way of approach, practically drifting between attacks or vehicles at increasingly accute angles.
Weaknesses: He's got no proper combat training, making strategy and planning an unreliable asset and his piloting skills are lacking, only ever honed through the occasional videogame session and the piloting of a worker PT. Shane's got knowledge of the basics and yet lacks both practice and focus, temperament not helping at all, the once-courier snapping seemingly on a whim, letting himself be driven by emotion and losing control of situations to needlessly bicker.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 178cm
Weight: 86kg
Eye Color: black
Hair Color: black
Ethnicity: Lunarian
Appearance: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1009528779674234900/1026565787407892531/he_is_lined_2.jpg
https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachme.../1026538984052097084/JPEG_20190614_153009.jpg
Other Information: The right side of his upper body is cybernetically modified. His right arm, containing a heart rate monitor, as well containing the interactable part of his right eye's navigation system; allowing for adjustments on the chosen destinations at his convenience.
The installed catch-all nav between his eye and arm comes with a thermometre, varometre and a simple climate forecast; most of which were already there by default when he installed the whole Navigation pack, even if they're... pretty useless within the usual enviroments Shane works in
The time he's spent alone while traversing the surface of the moon with his deliveries have made a mess of the already not too sociable lad. Recent events did no favors to what is already quite an unstable state of mind. He'll either not speak at all, or refuse to shut up for several minutes depending on the topic; which mostly range from the mere engineering of regular use vehicles, to that of mobile weapons, as well as the general state of transit routes. When not rambling or giving the silent treatment, Shane usually devolves into senseless humming, filling in the silence while trying not to be a bother to other people.
In terms of disliking stuff, his list is generally comprised of things that annoy him, which vary and shift with a regularity of its own depending on how he's feeling at the moment.
He's got a crippling addiction to tuning his bike, as well as taking notes of all he does each day, attempting to not forget anything.
Shane's allergic to bees and peanuts.
Biography: Born as nothing but an ordinary human within the bounds of the Moon, Shane had spent his almost two decades of life struggling within the crapshoot of a rich people society that it was, a kingdom in a time where that system had been proven wrong several times in the past, far away in that pale blue dot. And it wasn't too long ago that it was proved wrong once more, as the Kingdom Of Everglory collapsed, its foundation crumbling as the people fell into bloodshed, destroying themselves between revolts and chaos.
As Endymion rose to fill in the blanks and fix the cracks in the system, the feelings within the boy's mind were... confusing. On one side, he was happy, almost euphoric that finally, after so many years he would be able to rise, his family would be able to improve their living situation; the work they'd put into the endless feudal grinder finally over, whatever they worked on next being with a light at the end of the tunnel and an improvement in the quality of their own lives.
And on the other side of that ecstatic coin, lay the result of observing death first hand, deep scars left into the mind of a young adult who'd never known it; the numbers staggering to his arguably simple mind; turning what had been an upbeat - if awkward -child, into a shell of his former self, quieter if not just purely introverted.
Within the newly inserted system the work of the people meant a lot, as from the cataclysmic fall of a feudal monarchy came the requirement for infrastructure, supplies, and the means to quickly transport them. That is where the Moon-Garvalle Logistics company comes in, founded quickly, and shoddily by necessity. Shane was given the work that Androids couldn't fully manage, dealing with people, monitoring the simpler orders; filling in the blanks where what his parents could afford didn't manage on its own.
For this, he made use of a bike in order to deliver things within the city - mostly the lighter cargo - getting himself a small reputation with local law enforcement for speeding on the ways to and from. For the things that couldn't be carried on the back of a motorbike he employed a noticeably old truck, bought second hand and fixed up by Shane himself, to keep up with more modern vehicles.
The big highlight within the roster of vehicles and tools used by the company was a personal trooper his father specifically bought due to its mass-produced nature and its dirt-cheap price. A mass produced Huckebein MK-II, dressed down and disarmed in order to use as a worker PT, carrying the heavier packages that no other vehicle in their possession could carry. In charge of its maintenance and piloting was, of course, the one courier the company had, the owner's son, Shane himself; building his reputation as someone generally skilled with machinery with the other townspeople.
A couple months into the logistics grind, Shane got himself into an accident; the front wheel of his bike being pricked by a stray nail from a nearby construction site as he sped down the street. Being flung several meters forwards, Shane failed to let go of the bike until slamming down onto the ground, trapped under the revved up vehicle's rear wheel; the package he was carrying fragmenting, shards of metal scattering through the pavement - one of which ended up stabbed deep into his right eye.
The motorcycle itself fell over Shane's right arm, and if a concussion and a lost eye weren't enough, the thrust handle stuck at full throttle, causing the remaining wheel to spin, rubber heating up and burning through cloth, and moments later skin, shattering bone and scattering the pieces, leaving Shane's arm mangled beyond repair once the fuel had ran out.
Refusing to put down his line of work, the still young Garvalle requested for the damaged parts to be removed entirely and replaced with whatever prosthesis were left for him after the recent conflict within the very cities he called home. It didn't matter how shoddy their state was, or how many broken ribs they'd have to pull out in order to get their systems into his body; all that mattered was that by the end of that week, one way or another, he wanted to be back on the road. And despite his father's worries and while still struggling to use the arm and eye he was given, Shane was once more on the job.
During the time Shane was off of commission, the Moon-Garvalle logistics company received a request directly from Endymion, one to take a set of spare pieces for a personal trooper over to a hangar tucked away from the cities themselves; this request was held up until the now Cyborg returned to work, but once he did, the supplies were loaded onto a provided vehicle, Shane being given an oxygen supply enough for several weeks and sent off to the given coordinates.
Once arriving at the hangar site, the Courier carefully moved the boxes of supplies into the place itself, he ended up flabberghasted at the fact it was...empty, or at least emptied of people. Doublechecking his notes, the courier verified that he was at the right place and time, yet there was no official waiting. taking into account the supplies he'd brought himself and the time allocated for the delivery, Shane decided to sit back and wait for a while.
Several hours later, when there was still no response, direct inquiry being met with slight confusion and the assurance that the officer in charge had infact chipped in to work that day, the cyborg eventually grew impatient, digging his nose into the base's business by stepping into the hangar proper, being met with an iron giant, something he'd read about at some point, a finnicky old machine birthed from a direct advancement of the Gespenst line, in this case a variant that appeared several years back on the opposite side of the so called "good guys", the Alteisen Nacht. It seemed to be out of comission, or at the very least in a state of mild disrepair, some of its joints having given in under its own weight, as well as several pieces of plating having been taken off within the process the goverment had been putting it through.
Having waited hours longer after the discovery, the young man begun making use of what he had studied regarding the Gespenst line when learning about the evolution of PTs in order to get an understanding on what to get for his family's huckebein; essentially Shane started fixing the nacht himself, completing a piece of work for Endymion that, at the very least he didn't know was even part of the contract, if it even was. In the end simply, adjusting the energy source and jumping into the cockpit, setting up the mech for maintenance testing and going through its motions; not too different from what he was used to, being slightly faster than Shane was accustomed to, he resorted to connecting his navigation's AI connect to the mech's systems, using it to close the gap between his skills and the machine's needs as much as possible.
During the period assumed to have been testing, the courier sent a couple of messages to a given Endymion contact and to his company:
To Endymion's logistics department:
Given the incomplete nature of my contract's limitations, and the lack of reliable feedback or support from the assigned officer due to their absence, I have taken upon me the task of finishing the the maintenance and repairs being performed on the stored Alteisen and am currently in the process of testing the effectiveness of said repairs, should anything happen during this process my navigation's system is activated and registered for tracking.
To mother and father:
I have lost control of my steering and am barreling out of the designated safe area while in the cockpit of mech they hired us to help fix up, please send help; the white of its the white of its armor reminds me of the lunar surface at night.
After the messages were sent, the Nacht was confirmed exiting its storage facility, unopposed due to the temporary security clearance given to the lad attempting to "pilot" it for the delivery.
Mobile Weapon: Alteisen Nacht
Affiliation: (Tangentually) Enforcing Deterrent To Military On Earth "Endymion"
Combat Style: Charger
Strengths: Shane's got no proper training in terms of combat, generally working it out through the unbridled instinct of charging forwards, perfect synergy to his machine's style of fighting. All that is complemented with the skills developed through his driving skills, reckless as he is, giving way to a heightened sense of direction and spatial awareness; this compliments his way of approach, practically drifting between attacks or vehicles at increasingly accute angles.
Weaknesses: He's got no proper combat training, making strategy and planning an unreliable asset and his piloting skills are lacking, only ever honed through the occasional videogame session and the piloting of a worker PT. Shane's got knowledge of the basics and yet lacks both practice and focus, temperament not helping at all, the once-courier snapping seemingly on a whim, letting himself be driven by emotion and losing control of situations to needlessly bicker.
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