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Character name: Atlas
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 119 lbs.
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Black
Ethnic origin: Human Mutt
Species Type: OT
Other Information:
Profession: Freelance Journalist/Photographer/Drifter
Skills: Writing/Photography/Hand to hand combat
Random: Certified Golden Archer
Philanthropist
Stoic dreamer
Racial Stats:
Spatial Awareness: 3
Reflexes: 4
Remote Use:0
Racial Knowledge: 1
Biography:
Have you ever wanted to erase your past? Maybe not erase it... but... rewrite it entirely? It sounds like the same thing.
"Ha ha..." the young woman chuckled softly to herself, hands behind her head, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath. "If only I had the power," she sighed, straightening up and starting the thruster, speeding towards the Earth. What is there to know about this young woman in the first place?
What is there to know about Atlas? What... about... Atlas?
A cross dangled around her long neck, a symbol of her faith but still another sorrowful fragment of the life she'd left behind.
Atlas had left behind a life of what she'd considered mediocrity right after high school graduation. Her family had been broken long before that time, and then having gained her freedom and what she assumed was a good grip on her life she decided to run away from it... as if it meant nothing, as if she could escape her past.
After severing ties with her family, disconnecting her phone, removing herself from any place where they, or anyone else from her past for that matter, could reach her... she enlisted in the UTF army. She served a successful four years as a combat ensign, climbing ranks and earning medals... but even that brought her no satisfaction. She was no stranger to excelling in any areas she held a particular interest in... but none of it could keep her content for very long. After the regular year term, she was given the choice of proceeding to a higher rank or resignation. It came as a shock to her peers and superiors, but she chose to resign.
She had no particular passions in life... she enjoyed writing, art and for a reason beyond her own understanding: the company of other people. So, the young woman... a product of the military, a broken home, a mediocre life and many wasted talents, began a new life as a freelance journalist and photographer. Some said her works were brilliant, and others could care less for her sporadic existence.
And so born was Atlas, a drifter of space... of time. Never did she stay in one place for too long, or allow herself to get attached to people---because she was there one day, one week, and gone again in a flash... as if she'd never been there in the first place. She allowed some people to remain in her life... as it was only natural to do. Because one cannot drift through life without the means to do so, to live such a life. Thus the job of course.
Was there a use for such a person in the world, in the universe? A person with no ties... more like a ghost than drifter. One must ask, what can such a person accomplish when there is nothing that means anything to them... and they seek nothing to mean anything... anything at all? Even in knowing Atlas and her past... there is still a sense, a question that lingers: Who is this person? Really? Is she even real? Or is she a ghost... another random drifter through space?
Even so... the real question remains: is there anything to this young woman that is relevant? Relevant to... anything? Significant even?
"Good question..." she more whispered than spoke, as the Airmaster descended into the Earth's atmosphere.
Affiliation (faction and group):IDP
Prototype Mobile Suit (*include link): Airmaster Burst
Character name: Atlas
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 119 lbs.
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Black
Ethnic origin: Human Mutt
Species Type: OT
Other Information:
Profession: Freelance Journalist/Photographer/Drifter
Skills: Writing/Photography/Hand to hand combat
Random: Certified Golden Archer
Philanthropist
Stoic dreamer
Racial Stats:
Spatial Awareness: 3
Reflexes: 4
Remote Use:0
Racial Knowledge: 1
Biography:
Have you ever wanted to erase your past? Maybe not erase it... but... rewrite it entirely? It sounds like the same thing.
"Ha ha..." the young woman chuckled softly to herself, hands behind her head, eyes closed and taking in a deep breath. "If only I had the power," she sighed, straightening up and starting the thruster, speeding towards the Earth. What is there to know about this young woman in the first place?
What is there to know about Atlas? What... about... Atlas?
A cross dangled around her long neck, a symbol of her faith but still another sorrowful fragment of the life she'd left behind.
Atlas had left behind a life of what she'd considered mediocrity right after high school graduation. Her family had been broken long before that time, and then having gained her freedom and what she assumed was a good grip on her life she decided to run away from it... as if it meant nothing, as if she could escape her past.
After severing ties with her family, disconnecting her phone, removing herself from any place where they, or anyone else from her past for that matter, could reach her... she enlisted in the UTF army. She served a successful four years as a combat ensign, climbing ranks and earning medals... but even that brought her no satisfaction. She was no stranger to excelling in any areas she held a particular interest in... but none of it could keep her content for very long. After the regular year term, she was given the choice of proceeding to a higher rank or resignation. It came as a shock to her peers and superiors, but she chose to resign.
She had no particular passions in life... she enjoyed writing, art and for a reason beyond her own understanding: the company of other people. So, the young woman... a product of the military, a broken home, a mediocre life and many wasted talents, began a new life as a freelance journalist and photographer. Some said her works were brilliant, and others could care less for her sporadic existence.
And so born was Atlas, a drifter of space... of time. Never did she stay in one place for too long, or allow herself to get attached to people---because she was there one day, one week, and gone again in a flash... as if she'd never been there in the first place. She allowed some people to remain in her life... as it was only natural to do. Because one cannot drift through life without the means to do so, to live such a life. Thus the job of course.
Was there a use for such a person in the world, in the universe? A person with no ties... more like a ghost than drifter. One must ask, what can such a person accomplish when there is nothing that means anything to them... and they seek nothing to mean anything... anything at all? Even in knowing Atlas and her past... there is still a sense, a question that lingers: Who is this person? Really? Is she even real? Or is she a ghost... another random drifter through space?
Even so... the real question remains: is there anything to this young woman that is relevant? Relevant to... anything? Significant even?
"Good question..." she more whispered than spoke, as the Airmaster descended into the Earth's atmosphere.
Affiliation (faction and group):IDP
Prototype Mobile Suit (*include link): Airmaster Burst
