<strong>Name:</strong>Maximilian (Max) Engel<br/><br/><strong>PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: <br/>(http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r263/Kroduk/Characters/Max.jpg)<br/>(Eh, close enough.)<br/><br/>Age:</strong>26<br/><br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Mismatched green (left) and blue (right)<br/><br/><strong>Weight:</strong>190lbs<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'2"<br/><br/><strong>Type of body/build:</strong>lean<br/><br/><strong>Skin tone:</strong>Difficult to tell. Tanned.<br/><br/><strong>Distinguishing Marks:</strong>A large number of tats and scars.<br/><br/><strong>Shape of face/Predominant feature:</strong>Long face, somewhat prominent nose.<br/><br/><strong>Jewelry:</strong>several piercings, dog tags<br/><br/><strong>Other accessories:</strong>Various assorted 'hair styles'<br/><br/><strong>Grooming:</strong>Bathes occasionally<br/><br/><strong>Describe Hairstyle:</strong>Varies. Max is bald due to a series of 'accidents' and so has had sockets implanted in his skull, already mostly metal anyway, to screw in assorted shaped bits of metal. His favorite is the red liberty spike mohawk he usually wears for good luck before a mission.<br/><br/><strong>Natural Hair Color:</strong>Red.<br/><br/><strong>THE PAST: <br/>Type of childhood:</strong>Military brat.<br/><br/><strong>Most important childhood event that still affects him:</strong>Martyrdom of his father, Gustav. Max finds it difficult to live in the shadow of a hero.<br/><br/><strong>Did he like school? Why or why not?</strong>HELL no. They wouldn't let him make music or blow stuff up.<br/><br/><strong>First sexual experience?</strong>Let's see... Alice? Or was it Samantha...<br/><br/><strong>First (romantic) love?</strong>N/A<br/><br/><strong>Major accidents or traumas?</strong>Too many to list. Mostly mech related, though his current state of baldness is due to a pyrotechnical malfunction at a concert he went AWOL to see.<br/><br/><strong>Religion?</strong>Gunz and money<br/><br/><strong>Degree of Religious Practice:</strong>As often as possible<br/><br/><strong>FAVORITES:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Color:</strong>Flame red<br/><br/><strong>Music:</strong>Hardcore industrial<br/><br/><strong>Food:</strong>Anything he doesn't have to make himself.<br/><br/><strong>Literature:</strong>HA!<br/><br/><strong>EVERYDAY BEHAVIOR / HABITS: <br/>Personal Habits: Smoking, Drinking, Drugs, Gambling, Sex?</strong>Yes.<br/><br/><strong>Morning Routine:</strong>Wake up, roll over, go back to sleep, wake up, insert hair, begin explosions<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Percussion, both explosive and musical.<br/><br/><strong>Unskilled at:</strong>Social interaction, survival.<br/><br/><strong>RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS: <br/>How does character relate to others?</strong>Not very well, unless they're drunk or musicians. Or drunk musicians!  ;D<br/><br/><strong>How in general is he perceived by... </strong><br/><strong>Strangers?</strong>wtf?<br/><strong>Friends?</strong>wtF?<br/><strong>Other family members?</strong>An embarrassment.<br/><strong>The opposite sex?</strong>WtF?<br/><strong>Children in general?</strong>*SKREEEEEM*<br/><strong>Authority?</strong>(police, politicians, attorneys, doctors, etc.) WTF!?<br/><br/><strong>MENTAL ATTITUDE/PERSONAL BELIEFS: <br/>Optimist or pessimist:</strong>Generally optimistic<br/><br/><strong>Introvert or extrovert:</strong>Ranges between the two, can be a bit bipolar at times<br/><br/><strong>Personal philosophy:</strong>"If I can't drink it, shoot it, headbang to it, or screw it, why should I care?"<br/><br/><strong>If granted one wish, what would it be? Why?</strong>A bigger drum kit. You can /always/ use a bigger drum kit.<br/><br/><strong>Psychological issues?</strong>Mild depression, low sense of self-worth, both easily pushed aside by a good adrenaline rush. Sheer insanity, however, remains.<br/><br/><strong>Does he believe in fate or destiny? Is he superstitious?</strong>Nah.<br/><br/><strong>Character's greatest strength:</strong>Unpredictability<br/><br/><strong>Character's greatest flaw:</strong>Unpredictability<br/><br/><strong>Character's chief vulnerability/soft spot:</strong>A bit scared of women<br/><br/><strong>Is this vulnerability obvious to others?</strong>If they know what to look for.<br/><br/><strong>Quirks:</strong>Tons<br/><br/><strong>How does he react to a crisis?</strong>Shoot it<br/><br/><strong>How character reacts to change:</strong>Shoot it<br/><br/><strong>Whom does he secretly admire, and why?</strong>His father (He'd never admit it) because of his sacrifice. It's why he pushes himself beyond his limits.<br/><br/><strong>Who was his/her biggest influence, and why?</strong>See above.<br/><br/><strong>Who's the most important person in his life right now, and why?</strong>Aren. He's the once givin' orders.<br/><br/><strong>SELF-PERCEPTION: <br/>One word self description:</strong>totallyawesomesupercoolepicdeathmachine is one word, right?<br/><br/><strong>What's his/her favorite physical feature?</strong>His abs<br/><br/><strong>What about least favorite?</strong>Nose<br/><br/><strong>Are these realistic perceptions?</strong>More or less. His abs are pretty rockin', but his nose is kinda hawkish<br/><br/><strong>How does he think others perceive him or her?</strong>Varies by mood. At times he's THE shit. Other times he's just shit.<br/><br/><br/><strong>ASPIRATIONS/THOUGHTS OF THE FUTURE:</strong><br/><strong>Short term goals:</strong>Blow up enemy mechs<br/><br/><strong>Long term goals:</strong>blow up even more enemy mechs<br/><br/><strong>How does he plan to accomplish these goals?</strong>Shooting 'em, mostly.<br/><br/><strong>How will others be affected?</strong>Bad guys die, good guys live<br/><br/><strong>What event does he most fear?</strong>Total incapacitation. Max has no fear of death, but the thought of being helpless terrifies him.<br/><br/>What does he actively work to gain, keep or protect?: His reputation<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Maximilian comes from a long line of war heroes and military brass. As such, his future has always been in mechs, from the moment he was born an Engel. Instead of resenting his fate as others might, Max embraced it with open arms and a savage grin.<br/><br/>His father died when Max was very young, Holding back an entire wing of enemies long enough for a military hospital to be evacuated. The boy took his father's death hard, eventually shutting himself off from most emotion and throwing himself into his training. It was this fervor that put him consistently in the top ranks of combat trails and simulations. Eventually, the high level brass took notice of Max and put his madness to work for them, putting him in an experimental four-armed mech. The mechanics were simple enough at first, moving the two arms on either side as one and firing both at the same time. When the links and limiters were removed, however, the bio-feedback of two extra appendages surging through the neural interface blasted Max's brain and drove him over the edge.<br/><br/>He regained consciousness several months later and half a dozen systems away, clinging to life by a thread, his body shredded and mind fractured. Engel was 14.<br/><br/>Five years, and hundreds of hours of surgery and therapy later, Max clambered back into the cockpit.<br/><br/>Not long after, his battlefield 'heroics' caught the eye of one Aren Tobak...<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Max is tall and lanky with a rather large, hawklike nose. He doesn't remember what color his hair originally was, but it's currently flame red and spiked up in a mohawk that looks like it could kill someone. His goatee is also red, though it looks a great deal more natural. His eyes add to the chaos, one eye a vivid emerald green, spattered with silver flecks within that sometimes move in times of stress, and other vein blue. He generally wears loose cargo pants and a cloth shirt with ripped off sleeves. On his large feet, he boasts huge black boots with metal bits bolted on. It doesn't look like he should even be able to move with those monstrosities at the end of his legs. Several more chains adorn his pants, dangling down past his knees before coming back up and attaching somewhere else.<br/><br/>He sports several tattoos and piercings, the most noticeable of which is a chain running from his nose to his left ear, and tattoed black flames that cover his scalp. He has two silver studs in his left eyebrow and three spikes poking out from the bottom of his lower lip. His left arm is completely covered in a 'sleeve' of seemingly random images of death and carnage with four symbols that appear to be runes on his knuckles. A long, vicious looking snake coils this way and that through the sleeve, terminating at the back of his hand with an open mouthed serpent's head, the snake's red eyes the only color on his entire arm. His right has only similar knuckle runes, nothing on the arm. Covering his back is a giant skull with black, batlike wings, superimposed over an iron coffin. His left pec has been branded by his family emblem, a screaming skull with a stylized "E" on its forehead. Both nipples are pierced by small rings.<br/><br/>Max's teeth have been removed and replaced with stainless steel. Several of them have been ground down to vicious looking points.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Soldiers for generations, the youngest of the Engels takes after his father in that whatever it takes to get just a bit more money, he'll likely do. He loves ink, and does most of his himself. If it'll get him a few bucks, he'll likely do anyone else too.<br/><br/>He's crazy. Absolutely crazy, but in a fun way. He'll do most anything he's dared to, and cackles like a maniac at inopportune times. He's got a musicians heart, to the point of having small speakers surgically implanted in his outer ear with wires running down inside his neck to a jack just above his hip. While this is convenient, the volume is rather limited. For this reason Max spent a small fortune installing speakers and an input in his mech. This sounds system alone cost him almost as much as some of the weaponry.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MECH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Mech name:</strong>"BerzerK"<br/><br/><strong>Model/class:</strong>M1 "Gunslinger" Experimental Heavy Armored Walker<br/><br/><strong>Loadout:</strong><br/><em>Head:</em><br/><em>Back:</em>Beam rifle (Slung)<br/><em>Left Shoulder:</em>Medium missile pod<br/><em>Right Shoulder:</em>Medium missile pod<br/><em>Forearms:</em><br/><em>UR Hand:</em>Light plasma pistol / Power claw<br/><em>UL Hand:</em>Light plasma pistol / Power claw<br/><em>LR Hand:</em>Underslung Heavy Rotary Cannon / Power claw<br/><em>LL Hand:</em>Underslung Heavy Rotary Cannon / Power claw<br/><em>Torso:</em><br/><em>Hips:</em>Small rocket pods<br/><br/><br/><strong>Special Equipment:</strong>Backup shield generator, additional short range sensor arrays, totally awesome sound system.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>The Berzerk is a monster of a mech covered with several layers of thick armor plating and reenforced joints. The legs, especially, stand out as larger than the average Heavy mech due to the weight of the extra limbs and the stresses of firing multiple "handguns" at once.<br/><br/>Standing out even more than the arms, however, are the decorative touches of the pilot to the exterior. The mech has been painted solid black with "tattoos" matching Max's emblazoned in bright red on its upper right arm, knuckles, body, and head. He has also taken the liberty of stringing a several ton industrial chain from where the mech's nose would be to the left side of its head, as well adding a distinctive crest of spikes atop the machine to match his own.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>The Gunslinger  is the first, and possibly the last, of its kind. An experimental Heavy class mech that is largely standard, save for having two additional arms. While this increases versatility, controlling extra appendages is highly stressful to the pilot's brain, often resulting in mental degredation and psychological trauma. One such subject managed to escape the facility with Gunslinger and psyche mostly intact, if a bit worse for wear. The Berzerk was often reported taking part in both large scale battles and minor conflicts until it was finally tracked to a small planetoid labelled only SC7Y-1, the only celestial body in orbit around a dying star far from the front lines. There it was enlisted into an elite squad with only token resistance. The Berzerk is the only known Gunslinger in operation, though the fate of the other prototypes is unknown.