Name: Ceren Xalto
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity: Prussian
Appearance:
Other Information:
Stagnant Psychodriver - Awoken, but struggles to use abilities effectively due to trauma.
Theme: Here
Hobbies: Reading, writing, and tinkering with machinery.
Hit: Chocolate, Cloudy Days, Sleeping In
Miss: Waking up early, Rainy Days, Teething Issues
Biography:
Ceren Xalto was born kicking and screaming on December 10th, 0E-0084, to a USEA family - his mother was a pilot, and his father was a PT engineer. From an early age, he'd shown a penchant for machinery, having entered competitions in his school days for fun. A good-natured kid, kind and smart (though with a bit of a temper), It seemed destined that he'd follow in his parent's footsteps, as befitting of such a poster boy background.
However, this was not to be. When the Sundering War began, his family was already in Germany - and thus, were at the heart of the contention that followed. With Ruina to the North later on, Terra Sentinel to the West, and Germany caught in the middle with the new Jericho faction, his mother and father had been called back to Russia. However, due to bureaucratic nonsense, Ceren was left behind on the flight out of there - just in time for the Directory to collapse. Suddenly, the then-18 year old kid was assisting remnant forces in the region as a technician, being trained in the operation and repair of the surplus Huckebein Mk.IIs left as second-line units, pushed to the front by Terra Sentinel's rampant assault.
This went on for a good few months, until the rear-line base Ceren was staying at got assaulted. Suddenly, under-fire from TS mobile weaponry, and fearing for his life, Ceren Xalto climbed into the cockpit of a Huckebein Mk.II M, freshly outfitted for combat - combat that he'd only seen in simulations. The young boy had gotten into the safest place in the hangar just as it was lit ablaze by ReLion missiles. Paralyzed by fear while watching his (albeit somewhat gang-pressed) compatriots roast alive, scattered machinery and ammunition becoming sources of explosions and shrapnel, the young man could feel a spark light up in the back of his head, like lightning arcing down his spine... Only for it to fade away, leaving the chilling sensation of terror.
In the midst of the chaotic slaughter of these-piecemeal forces, the young pilot went through the start-up sequence for the Mk.II M. Having managed to activate its systems and get airborne, the boy trusted his gut as he flew South, pursued by a few ReLions. In a matter of time, he'd managed to get far enough south, evading missiles and sacrificing components by railgun fire to stay ahead - eventually, the ReLions broke away as the Mk.II M entered Jericho-controlled airspace, and was promptly ordered to land.
After some fanangling and situation-explaining on the back of an impressive speech, the dissolution of the Directory, the abandonment Ceren had felt as a civilian by his nation, and a hungering for revenge against Terra Sentinel - it didn't matter if he'd have to fight against scattered Warlord groups. He was convinced to join Jericho, the raven he had stolen serving as his wings to do so with. Since that day only a few months ago, he hasn't looked back.
Mobile Weapon:
RPT-010 Huckebein Mk.II M
Affiliation: United Defense Directorate/"Jericho"
Combat Style: Bushwacker
Strengths:
Ceren is immensely adaptable and quick-thinking, with the ability to roll with just about any punch thrown his way. A clever pilot with a deck of cards up each sleeve, he's quite slippery in the cockpit, difficult to pin down with careful evasion. Not to mention, his status as a blocked/Stagnant Psychodriver gives him a Sixth Sense in combat he can use to predict the flow of combat, adjusting his positioning and accuracy to fit his keen instinct.
Weaknesses:
Ceren isn't very experienced - thus, he struggles to keep up with seasoned fighters. In addition, his all-or-nothing piloting style reliant on a bag of tricks can easily prove his undoing against a savvy opponent outplaying him, or one just strong enough to ignore them. Plus, At longer ranges - especially reliant on instruments - he's a poor shot.
Finally, his Sixth Sense is both undeveloped and highly mentally taxing this early in his Psychodriver career - prolonged usage have many effects, from fatigue and headache to brain bleeds and hallucinations - or even worse.
All these factors paradoxically make him a great pilot for having had little formal training, but a middling fighter.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Black
Ethnicity: Prussian
Appearance:
Other Information:
Stagnant Psychodriver - Awoken, but struggles to use abilities effectively due to trauma.
Theme: Here
Hobbies: Reading, writing, and tinkering with machinery.
Hit: Chocolate, Cloudy Days, Sleeping In
Miss: Waking up early, Rainy Days, Teething Issues
Biography:
Ceren Xalto was born kicking and screaming on December 10th, 0E-0084, to a USEA family - his mother was a pilot, and his father was a PT engineer. From an early age, he'd shown a penchant for machinery, having entered competitions in his school days for fun. A good-natured kid, kind and smart (though with a bit of a temper), It seemed destined that he'd follow in his parent's footsteps, as befitting of such a poster boy background.
However, this was not to be. When the Sundering War began, his family was already in Germany - and thus, were at the heart of the contention that followed. With Ruina to the North later on, Terra Sentinel to the West, and Germany caught in the middle with the new Jericho faction, his mother and father had been called back to Russia. However, due to bureaucratic nonsense, Ceren was left behind on the flight out of there - just in time for the Directory to collapse. Suddenly, the then-18 year old kid was assisting remnant forces in the region as a technician, being trained in the operation and repair of the surplus Huckebein Mk.IIs left as second-line units, pushed to the front by Terra Sentinel's rampant assault.
This went on for a good few months, until the rear-line base Ceren was staying at got assaulted. Suddenly, under-fire from TS mobile weaponry, and fearing for his life, Ceren Xalto climbed into the cockpit of a Huckebein Mk.II M, freshly outfitted for combat - combat that he'd only seen in simulations. The young boy had gotten into the safest place in the hangar just as it was lit ablaze by ReLion missiles. Paralyzed by fear while watching his (albeit somewhat gang-pressed) compatriots roast alive, scattered machinery and ammunition becoming sources of explosions and shrapnel, the young man could feel a spark light up in the back of his head, like lightning arcing down his spine... Only for it to fade away, leaving the chilling sensation of terror.
In the midst of the chaotic slaughter of these-piecemeal forces, the young pilot went through the start-up sequence for the Mk.II M. Having managed to activate its systems and get airborne, the boy trusted his gut as he flew South, pursued by a few ReLions. In a matter of time, he'd managed to get far enough south, evading missiles and sacrificing components by railgun fire to stay ahead - eventually, the ReLions broke away as the Mk.II M entered Jericho-controlled airspace, and was promptly ordered to land.
After some fanangling and situation-explaining on the back of an impressive speech, the dissolution of the Directory, the abandonment Ceren had felt as a civilian by his nation, and a hungering for revenge against Terra Sentinel - it didn't matter if he'd have to fight against scattered Warlord groups. He was convinced to join Jericho, the raven he had stolen serving as his wings to do so with. Since that day only a few months ago, he hasn't looked back.
Mobile Weapon:
RPT-010 Huckebein Mk.II M
Affiliation: United Defense Directorate/"Jericho"
Combat Style: Bushwacker
Strengths:
Ceren is immensely adaptable and quick-thinking, with the ability to roll with just about any punch thrown his way. A clever pilot with a deck of cards up each sleeve, he's quite slippery in the cockpit, difficult to pin down with careful evasion. Not to mention, his status as a blocked/Stagnant Psychodriver gives him a Sixth Sense in combat he can use to predict the flow of combat, adjusting his positioning and accuracy to fit his keen instinct.
Weaknesses:
Ceren isn't very experienced - thus, he struggles to keep up with seasoned fighters. In addition, his all-or-nothing piloting style reliant on a bag of tricks can easily prove his undoing against a savvy opponent outplaying him, or one just strong enough to ignore them. Plus, At longer ranges - especially reliant on instruments - he's a poor shot.
Finally, his Sixth Sense is both undeveloped and highly mentally taxing this early in his Psychodriver career - prolonged usage have many effects, from fatigue and headache to brain bleeds and hallucinations - or even worse.
All these factors paradoxically make him a great pilot for having had little formal training, but a middling fighter.
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