<strong>Name</strong>: Isis Campbell<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 22<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Brown<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Grey<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5'8"<br/><strong>Build</strong>: Slender<br/><strong>Homeworld</strong>: Earth<br/><br/><strong>Piloting</strong>: Locust LCT-1V<br/><br/><strong>Description</strong>: Isis is a very attractive young woman, and she knows it.  With brown hair that's often done up in the latest fashions when she's not on the battlefield, and piercing grey eyes that constantly seem to keep their sultry "come hither" light, she tends to gather a male following whenever she visits the local bars or nightclubs.  She's in excellent shape physically, as she enjoys working out almost as much as she enjoys navigating her tiny mech deep behind enemy lines.  She's a bit taller than average for women, but she's nicely toned, and is very proud of her shapely 34Cs.  She likes to wear expensive clothes, although they aren't always the type of clothes someone would expect a woman of her appearance to wear.  Off the battlefield, she likes tight leathers of dark colors, and has been known to wear some very elegant, yet very racy evening gowns to formal functions.  Although she fills out various styles of camouflage uniforms extremely nicely, she usually sticks to a less orthodox uniform (seen in picture).  Tight black leather pants, a skimpy top that isn't much more than a glorified sports bra, and black boots with modest two inch heels isn't ideal for a grueling mech battle, but she always manages to come out of the cockpit looking as charming as ever... since guys don't tend to mind sweat and soot on a pretty girl anyway.  When she's just out scouting and it's cold in the cockpit, she keeps a black coat very akin to a flight jacket with her.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/Chastity.jpg)</div><br/><strong>History and Personality</strong>: Isis doesn't talk about her history much, and when she does, it mostly in bitter tones.  People who know her moderately well know that she was the spoiled daughter of rich parents who earned their living by managing weapons manufacturing facilities.  Isis was given whatever she wanted, and it's likely that she developed the trait of being used to getting her way during this phase in her life.  When she was 18, she told her father she wanted a mech for her birthday.  Her father thought it was just some whim or a joke in poor taste, so he bought her a beat up Locust LCT-1V.<br/><br/>Little did her poor daddy know, Isis had been doing her homework, so to speak.  She was bored with this life, where everything came easy, there were no challenges, and the guys - and girls - were about as dumb as the rocks they walked on... when they bothered to walk at all.  She'd been studying and researching mechs for some time; everyone had heard the stories of glorious battles being waged on distant worlds, of kingdoms and empires rising and falling, entire civilizations being made or broken thanks to the efforts of mechanized soldiers pounding across torn and bloodied battlefields in the pursuit of eternal glory.  Most of her peers discounted these as merely good tales, but Isis took them to heart.  She wanted in.  She wanted the excitement, she wanted the challenge, she wanted the glory.  And what Isis Campbell wanted, she got.  Unlike everyone else she knew, she was willing to work for it.<br/><br/>She started "going out with friends" a lot sometime around her 19th birthday.  What she was really doing was visiting the local military base and flashing a few promising smiles at men if they'd offer her some time in the mech simulators.  It didn't take her long to figure out she sucked in straight out combat.  Slugging matches and long range bombardments were suicide for her.  She found her niche with the smaller mechs.  They were light and fast, and while they had practically no weapons, they had their uses.  They were excellent scouts, and Isis had a keen eye for spotting things most other soldiers missed.  She proved to have superb navigation skills, and she was devastating when used as a spotter for calling in fire from assault mechs.  She also learned to use her light weaponry with lethal efficiency.  All it took was a few kisses to get one of the small mech unit commanders to show her how to get around behind larger mechs and rip apart vital systems with surgical strikes.<br/><br/>Before she was 20, Isis Campbell had left earth.  No word to her parents.  She took her battered mech down to the local JumpShip Port and booked passage off world.  At her first stop, she spent her entire savings account repairing and refitting her Locust.  Two months later, "Artemis" was ready for action.  Isis signed on with a local militia force, and gained some minor, but crucial battlefield experience against local raider and would-be pirates.  Shortly after, a mercenary unit came through the area, and requested that "representatives" from the local militia join them in hunting down a Pirate cell in a neighboring system.  Isis volunteered to go, and scarcely ten hours after leaving the system, she was dropped from orbit into a bloodbath.  Her scouting unit - herself and five other small mechs - had been dropped in with a frontline unit by mistake, and instead of finding themselves well out of the battle and setting up spotter positions, they were thrust into a harrowing fire fight.  Three of her companions - including her unit commander - were destroyed almost instantly, and Isis did what she did best: she *moved.*  When the foray was over, Isis had accounted for two kills - both against larger mechs - and she had teamed up with another mech and assisted with two more kills.<br/><br/>When the mercenary unit pulled out, they left Isis and her once again battered "Artemis" behind, saying that she could use her payout to buy transportation back home.  Instead, she used it to refit "Artemis".  A short time later, she picked up with a merc unit called the Dark Angels.  She's looking forward to seeing action again, but has made very clear that she refuses to fight "slugging matches," as she calls them.<br/><br/>While she's nothing but guts and tenacity born of a strong desire not to get killed on the battlefield, Isis is very much a fun loving person off the field.  She enjoys partying hard, especially at places like nightclubs or military lounges.  One of her favorite pass times is teasing the local clientèle; she can be very seductive when she wants to be, but she's all words and very little action.  The most anyone's ever gotten from her are a few breath-taking kisses.  No one has been "challenging enough" to actually get her into bed.  But for Isis, that's ok.  Teasing people and playing with their minds - and hormones - is most of the fun...<br/><br/><strong>Major Skills</strong>:<br/>Mech piloting and gunnery<br/>Navigation<br/>Spotting (calling indirect fire from assault mechs against unseen targets)<br/>Battlefield repairs (jury-rigging, small mechs only)<br/>Athletics<br/>Seduction<br/>Marksmanship<br/><br/><strong>Minor Skills</strong>:<br/>Infiltration (hey, most guys will let a pretty girl in if she smiles just right... right?)