<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/mech.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Pilot</span><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth Blackwell<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>Fincastle<br/><strong>Original Faction:</strong>Federated Suns<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>A short little redhead with tinted glasses and dressed in creaking leather or latex tends to make people think anything but mech pilot, more then once she has been mistaken for some hired pleasure girl then a warrior. It is almost unheard of to see her carry any form of weapons (since they tend to be more dangerous to her then to the enemy), but when forced she prefers shotgun type weapons where her terrible aim doesnt matter.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>The daughter of a career military father and one of his many mistresses (he liked to have one woman waiting on every planet he ever served on), her mother worked whatever job she could to support herself and her daughter. Elizabeth grew up pretty much without parental supervision and soon found herself involved in a small gang, and would probably have ended up with a short violent streetlife had the clan invasion not shattered everything. She was told her father had died during one of the first battles but to her that meant nothing, what meant something to her was how badly her people where getting mauled and lots of innocents lost their lives. Perhaps a little sliver of her father sparked into life inside of her and she along with many enlisted, however the battle at Tukayyid ended the invasion before she could actually see any action in her assigned little Tarantula.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Impulsive, headstrong and adrenaline junkie. It is three words her superiors usually use when describing her, while her coworkers are usually adding, "one hot lay" to that description. The kind of person who is willing to strap herself into a lightly armoured coffin strapped to an oversized engine tends to try and live life to the fullest, she knows that her chances of surviving if the enemy finds her is almost zero unless she can run her little metal legs off. With no family to hold her back she lives like each day is her last, boyfriends seldom last longer then a few days before she is bored of them. Song, dance, drink and whatever illegal drugs she can get a hold of is her daily routine. With life inside of her mech being either mind numbing boredom when she is just hidden in one place spying to heart pounding terror as she is fleeing the much larger mechs everyone is fielding she has trouble working if life outside of the cockpit isn't filled with much the same. She was assigned that mech as the training showed she was very good at mechpiloting in difficult terrain and at high speed, but alas a very lousy shot. Her instructor basically told her to close her eyes and then fire and it might by pure chance make her hit the inside of the mech hangar.<br/><br/><strong>Speciality Skills:</strong>For all intent and purposes she is double jointed and likes to show off by contorting herself until the onlookers whimper in sympathy pain.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/tarantula.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">BattleMech Characteristics</span><br/><br/><strong>BattleMech:</strong>Tarantula<br/><strong>Weight Class:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Gnat<br/><strong>Description:</strong>She always makes sure it has an appropriate camo for whatever terrain she is in, in the cockpit she has built in a little hidden safe behind a console where she can hide whatever drug she is currently on.<br/><br/><strong>Loadout:</strong>Streak SRM-2, 2 Medium lasers<br/><br/><strong>Modules:</strong>-<br/><br/><strong>Upgrades:</strong>10 Double Heatsinks, 8 Jump Jets