Raze
Age: "Old enough to kill with skill."
27
Gender: "A man if you ever saw one, and apparently you haven't."
Male
Faction: "Belong? I belong wherever I so please, dumbass."
ESA
Appearance: "Can't say I'm a model, but if you die savoring my beauty, I won't blame you."
At a whopping five feet, eleven inches, Nero stands above most men with a couple of inches to spare and publicly, is known to wear quite a veil of aggressiveness that one can simply 'taste' in the air when in close proximity to him. Though his shoulders seem to be lacking in broadness, and his frame not too big, he still manages to instill fear into whomever he glares at with little fail rate due to the years of violence and carnage tucked into his brown iris, belaying the horrors he has withstood in a way only a proper glare can. He has a crop of short, raven-black hair which although never gains any length, is never properly tended to and is left unkempt and untidy, making it an unattractive site until he manages to clean it. Even still, there never seems to be a single strand of facial hair on him and so his face lays bare against everything the world may throw at him. He sports a thinner jaw, and only an average frame, stealthing his developed strength and conditioning quite well to the untrained eye, for it is only on occasion that you would see him without a suit or piece of clothing to hide the definition in his arms, his legs and on his chest and abdomen. A thin layer of dirt or grime tends to cover his rough skin, and even though he could be considered attractive, most people don't see through the muck of his past battles which restricts his ability to go into a public setting at will without being stared at by pedestrians. His legs only seem to be that much more sizable than the average that the rest of his limbs hold, and by only such a small amount, most people wouldn't claim him a threat to them in anyway, save for his stare. But it isn't his body itself, so much as it is the way he moves as if he were ready to bolt at any second towards one's throat and tear it out instantly. His steps never seem to be solid, as if he's expecting to have to hop back, evade an attack, and even when he's just observing you, you can feel your soul split under the pressure of his eyes.
A solid majority of the time, Nero can only be seen wearing his own custom suit, a lightish brown and black mix, it appears to have a great deal of bulk more than any other pilot's would have. In its center, running up to just behind his neck, it has metal pieces on either side of his chest, as well as a few scattered about on the bottoms of his arms and from the ankle to the knees of his legs. Even with all this extra girth and bulk, he easily pilots with this gear in any condition, thanks to the suit's ability to compress itself to his body, to ditch its size and enable him to operate in space. The suit, when it is activated, slides each of the spaces between the metal pieces into each other, interlocking them, tightening the suit and expelling air out of the suit thus making it skin-tight, for the most part, though by no means is this equipment as small as any other apparel worn by pilots. The upside to the bulk is that it manages to protect him from small arms fire, albeit only in the chest area.
Personality: "Why don't you figure that out yourself?"
Cold, ruthless and despicable have all been used at one point to describe Nero. Known for his incomprehension of the word "Polite", he appears to try his hardest to piss anyone and everyone off by completely disregarding social norms and personal space, all while making it seem so 'stylish'. "Cocky" is what anyone would say, right off the bat when greeting him because he isn't afraid to tell you just how easy it'd be to do this, or how he once did that. When faced with impossible odds, he laughs and spits in their face before stringing together vulgarities and jokes. Not because he's stupid, not because he's scared, but because he can. The only reason this man isn't dead today is because he doesn't want to die, not that he's afraid to. His inability to be scared combined with his knowledge in physical, foot combat and excellent skills inside a mobile suit, he's proven time in again that fucking with him will earn you a one-way ticket straight to hell. No matter the odds nor the situation, he goes into it unfazed and unwilling to lose, and if he ever did? He'd go out with a smile, for he enjoys killing at its finest.
But this is what everyone was told, why doesn't he act like this now?
Bio: "My life is none of your concern, now drop it."
If you asked him, Nero couldn't tell you if he was born, or if he just spontaneously appeared on the middle of a street in Earth one day. He never knew his parents. They were never there for him, it was always himself and himself alone. The streets were hard, his only parental figure was some form of druggie looking to get a fix, and how he made it through those first few years he'll never know, but he'd always say it was because he was a survivor. When he was only seven, he was thrown out of his hellhole of a house and forced to fend for himself by begging, by stealing, and one day, by murdering. His first step towards becoming the
And it would be until he was twenty that he worked as a mercenary for this group, gaining both renown and respect.... and enemies. Who did he kill? He didn't remember - they weren't worth his time, but they must've had powerful friends, because he was eventually tracked down, his whole 'family' and each one of them killed and destroyed, destroying the group he had been with for so long in a matter of mere weeks. Though he was a survivor, and he would not go down, not without a fight, and they proved inable to give him a proper one. He still can't remember the name of the group that went after him, but they're all gone, even single last one of them dead and forgotten by the world, as with anyone who doesn't have power. There was a generic seven years of gaining more 'fans' and contractors until now, and somehow, he snaked his way into the ESE. How and for what reason, nobody seems to know, but they do know that this can't be the mercenary they've heard about, can it?
Preferred Mobile Suit:
Modified MS-011SMS Gelgoog
Being a mercenary, Nero earned quite the income for each job, each kill. Eventually, even purchasing Mobile Suits became easy enough so long as he didn't mind working and he didn't mind working. He eventually got himself a Mobile Suit and over time, gave it some 'tweaks' to fit his style of piloting much better. Because of the time he had worked with it, Nero refers to his MS as "Grunt".
- An addition of extra thrusters and stabilizers increased mobility.
- An addition of extra plated armor in joints negated some of that mobility, but gave it a better 'defence'.
- There are two beam sabers on each thigh of the Mobile Suit, though only the one on the left is double-bladed.
- A small thruster pack placed on the bottom of the hilt of each blade allows it to pop up and allow Nero to grab the blades. Nero added that for style moreso than practicality.
- Similarly to his suit, Nero's shields can compact into a smaller form, about half their size. Because of this, he has a 'spare' that fits on his back along with his original. When not in use, his shields stay in their compact form.
- Grunt no longer has a beam rifle, and is therefore ineffective at longer ranges.
- Grunt has a machine gun for ranged offense.
- Grunt is capable of space, air, land and even sea combat so that Nero does have to adjust to a new Mobile Suit.
- Grunt is obviously used for mid/close range combat.