<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Character</span><div class="floatright">(http://cdn.madamenoire.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/adrien_brody_restaurant_001.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Moshe Dayan<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>BattleMech:</strong>Sarath SRTH-1B<br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>Cameron (Regulan Fiefs)<br/><strong>Original Faction:</strong>Free Worlds League<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>An average build on an average height, Moshe wouldn't pass for much in any setting had he not been the smiliest guy around. Besides cuts and scars on his hands and forearms from his engineering work, he doesn't possess more nicks than that and is hard pressed to even grow a five'o'clock shadow on his chin.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Street urchins in the Inner Sphere has it rough. In the Free World League doubly so. On Cameron, hell, you'd be lucky if you survived past the age of ten. Moshe did though, mostly because he had a service to provide that made him important to the community. He had a talent for repairing stuff that bordered on the unnatural and he was able to cobble together the most strange inventions out of scraps. Sure he was always payed shorter than any real craftsman, but he lived off it and prospered in his own way.<br/><br/>At age twelve Moshe killed for the first time, disposing of a street ganger with a homemade nailgun for beating up and violating a female friend of his. Justice caught up with him as he was cutting the body up for storage and he was sent to a juvenile detention facility. He was further labelled a sociopath, despite never giving him a proper evaluation, which meant he would be imprisoned for life or until deemed cured. Which would have been never if he hadn't sprung himself out.<br/><br/>Over the coming years he kept up his manners and slowly won the trust of the guards while working in the prison workshop. He fixed their stuff and helped repair all sorts of machinery in the facility. Slowly but surely he smuggled the materials he needed for his escape and after about four years he had managed to build himself a thermic cutter out of scrap and discarded tech from the workshop. Cutting the bars from his cell and bounding over the wall was the easy thing. Avoiding recapture would be a whole other.<br/><br/>After a shortlived chase and throwing off any pursuers he found himself at the DropShip port where he stowed away aboard a mercenary vessel. Of course he was stupid to think that he would be able to remain hidden until next planetfall and as such he was found out and taken to the company commander, Carlos Moreno. It was agreed between the two that he would be allowed to work off his crime of stealing provisions as part of the Black Sun's engineering crew.<br/><br/>As the years passed by he began to make a salary for himself as the youngest crew-member on the Dark Star, moving up quickly to start working with the 'Mechs of the company. It became a boyish dream for him to one day join their ranks and he began saving up C-Bills to buy his own 'Mech. After the devastating catastrophe caused by the Jade Falcons he didn't hesitate to prolong his contract with Kari as new commander.<br/><br/>Only recently has he actually been able to fulfil his dream of owning a Mech, a hunk of metal bought for a cheap bill in the Regulan Fiefs that he's been working around the clock to fix up. Sure, the others laugh at the overabundance of flamers and calls it a "DoggieMech" but his precious S'hot will surely pull its load in the company. Just you wait and see...<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Outside of battle Moshe is just about the most positive thinking guy you can find. He's always whistling some tune, tapping down the hallways and juggling wih equipment for as long as someone doesn't seem bothered by it. Having grown up in a strict Jewish neighborhood on Cameron he is hard pressed to ever even utter so much as a swear and while others scream fuck he simply says fiddlesticks with a forced grin.<br/><br/>Once caught up in battle though he's twisted around. Perhaps the wardens of the juvinile penitentiary was onto something when they labeled him sociopathic, because once in the fray he revels in causing damage and destroying lives. Truth be told, he chose the SRTH-1B because of his slightly pyromaniac tendencies and the need for speed and brutal close combat. The gentle happy young one seemingly hides a lot of dark things from his comrades.<br/><br/><strong>Specialty Skills:</strong>Engineering wizkid who can repair anything with everything. Pretty darn good dancer too.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">BattleMech </span><div class="floatright">(http://www.sarna.net/wiki/images/c/c9/Sarath_B.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Chassis:</strong>Sarath<br/><strong>Model:</strong>SRTH-1B<br/><strong>Weight Class:</strong>Medium<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>S'hot<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Painted jet-black with edges in gradient reds and oranges, creating the effect of magma glowing out of cracked obsidian. A fitting image for such a fiery BattleMech.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>1x Plasma Rifle, 2x ER Medium Laser, 4x ER Flamers, 4x sets of Talons.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Triple Strength Myomers<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>As far as Rodrigo can tell, El Cid had a very bleak history. Notches along the edge of the cockpit would be kill marks, but the number of scores in the 'Mechs computer systems are far greater than the notches, which suggests it is rather marks of how many previous owners have met an early end. Nine of them so far...