Post by Titanium on Jun 10, 2019 0:50:39 GMT
"Time to kick some ass and take some names!"
Name: Michele Zivera
Nickname(s): Speed Demon, Agent Z (don’t call her Shelly, she doesn’t shorten her name)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Family: A cousin named James who was recently killed in battle as a soldier, hence why she joined the Rebels as a pilot.
Location of Birth: Germany
Current Location: Is a secret
Personality: Michele likes to go fast and push boundaries, she’s compassionate and warm but determined. She’s a fighter not a lover and focuses solely on her training and anything having to do with the current war. She believes in peace to the people and will give her life for the cause. She’s smart but sometimes misses the obvious things in life and can be a bit naive. Tomboyish by nature and the opposite of feminine she is very unladylike at times, although knows proper etiquette and will act accordingly during the certain situations. On average though she tends to pal around with the guys and act like one of them.
Hair: Auburn hair, resting at the center of her back and curling at the ends. She usually has it up in pigtails or a ponytail. In some light it appears strawberry blond, in others it appears as a darker red, or deeper brown.
Eyes: Emerald green, bright and filled with determination.
Height: 5’ 5” even
Weight: It’s not polite to ask a lady that…but since she’s not a lady 125-130 is her range.
Body Type: She’s a skinny little thing because she hardly ever eats due to training. Her skin is pale because she spends most of her time inside.
Clothing: Civilian clothes, mostly jeans and a tee-shirt with sneakers. She usually wears orange, green, blue, red, and black clothing, with little-to-no jewelry or other adornments. When out in the field, she wears a black or gray uniform and flight suit.
Faction: Rebel/Organization
Rank: Fighter/Spy
Area of Specialty: Sniper
Trained Skills:
Missions: N/A
Mobile Armor: Light Shadow (JMA/SSO-S1)
History: As a child, Michele hated the idea of war. Fighting someone else's battle didn't sound like fun, although she respected soldiers. When her cousin enlisted with the Atlantic Alliance, she was proud but worried--and when he died, she was furious. This fury lead her to join a rebel group and begin training to become a fighter. Her passion and inherent skills made her a valuable member of the group, and she was entrusted with a Mobile Armor to join the front lines of battle.
"Bang! Another one bites the dust."