Alias: Mech<br/>Age: 21<br/>Height: 5'8"<br/>Weight: 150<br/>Race: Human<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Visible Equipment: Brown vest that overlaps a white tunic. A black bandanna adorns his head, covering most of his blonde, spiky hair. Blue faded pants adorn his legs, with a utility belt across his hip. The belt holds a small sack, a hammer, and a steel cutlass.<br/>Specialty: Inventing<br/><br/>Strength: 3<br/>Dexterity: 5<br/>Cunning: 2<br/><br/>The sound of feet running through the halls could be heard echoing throughout the mansion. Mech couldn't believe he allowed himself to be distracted enough to get left behind. Up ahead he turned a corner sharply and arrived in a large open hall where the others were  stationed. Mech slowed his pace to a casual walk and slowly approached the group, hoping his absence and arrival had gone unnoticed. He didn't care too much about what others thought of him, but did not wish to be judged negatively in front of the beautiful woman that stood before them upon a throne.