Alright, this is what I came up with. Hope it meets with everyone's approval.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110206082355/gundam/images/thumb/c/c9/Rakan1.gif/300px-Rakan1.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Char ‘Mad Dog’ Rakan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Private First Class<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>MS Pilot<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Principality of Zeon<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Aggressive, Short-tempered, Prone to shoot first, ask questions never.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Personal History:</strong>Char was born to be a fighter. The fourth child of an underprivileged family, he learned quickly that scrapping was the only way to get what you wanted. Sibling fighting lead to street fighting, back alley tussles with some local kids, his fuse growing so short that all it took was a sideways glance and he would be upon them, fists flying. Forced out of school due to his wild, aggressive nature, Char found that work would not come easy, especially due to his growing, albeit local, reputation for being a hothead. With no other options, Char joined up with the Zeon military, caught between the desire to fight and his hatred for being told what to do.<br/><br/>Even in the military Char had a hard time reigning in his aggressive nature, often found in an out of the way tunnel, beating some poor sap to a pulp just because he could. Caught more than once, he was passed up for promotion after promotion, something that only seemed to fuel his desire to punch someone, which of course he vented on any new recruit that happened to make a comment about it. When the newtypes were unveiled Char found himself drawn towards the sheer power. The vary stature of the mobile suits seemed built for savagery and he knew that he just had to be in one. Surprising his instructors, he applied himself as best he could to the pilot program, barely managing to meet the requirements when it came to the technical stuff, but a near natural at the controls.<br/><br/>Now, at the dawn of war with the Earth Federation, Char feels like a caged animal, pent up in the colonies as he awaits his orders to be deployed to earth. The very thought of getting to go toe to toe with another mech is enough to make him salivate, his mind always filled with the prospects of glory that he might earn in the heat of battle.<br/>