[hider=Alyssa Montraves]

[b]Name:[/b] Alyssa Montraves

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Disposition: [/b]
Refined, elegant and graceful... most of the time. She has a great deal of bearing and poise, though is far from being a 'snob', treating everyone she meets with respect and kindness... as long as they do her the same courtesy, of course. 
She has a great deal of patience, but when her temper does snap, it's quite... spectacular. 
Despite her grace and poise, she has a surprisingly filthy sense of humour that tends to come out when she has had a chance to get to know people and is comfortable with them... or when she's drunk.

[b]Background:[/b]
Alyssa was born in the UKE to a family with a long history. Not overly famous outside of certain circles - mainly business ones - they are 'old money', and have a strong industrial and property portfolio across several countries. With such a 'pedigree' (as Alyssa herself would derisively put it), she lived a life of prestigious education in exclusive schools, her life heavily organized for her and watched over with a critcial - and somewhat cold - eye. 
Her parents saw her as more of an 'asset' than a child, to be used as another bargaining chip in the development of their business empire. 
Subjected to the constant critical eye and with her future depressingly mapped out by her parents, Alyssa rebelled. At first, in small ways, such as dying her hair, piercing her nose and taking up 'unsuitable' hobbies (such as joining the military cadets, and her enjoyment of rock music), but eventually ending with her rejecting much of their cloying approach to her life. 
As soon as she was old enough to graduate from college - and thus, to claim the substantial fund held for her until her 18th birthday - she left home, and travelled the world. 

She spent time in some of the more seedy areas of the world, coming into contact with mercenaries, refugees, aid workers and more. After watching from the sidelines for months and patching wounds, helping on radios, sensor screens and radars, she found herself frustrated and wrung out from being unable to help her friends where it counted on the battlefield. 
Spending more of her fortune, she trained and studed to become a FRAME pilot, learning under several different teachers and instructors. While she was no expert, she was certainly adept, and hard-working and pushed herself through, driven both by her desire to help her friends, and also to defy her old life. 
While her piloting and combat skills were only average, she showed a natural aptitude and skill for the intricacies of reconnaissance, signal inteception and intelligence gathering, having a great deal of talent for manipulating data, signals, and other such information into the greater picture of a battlefield and it's many secrets. 

After some years of running with a small company, they eventually fell apart, both due to casualties and internal fighting. As the company disbanded, she moved on to new opportunities. She lived well on her share of the money she'd earned and her reputation alongside it, enabling her to enjoy the luxury, upper-level goods and services she enjoyed, and to keep her aires and graces, before coming to hear of the Preying Panthers, an up-and-coming unit. Deciding it was high time she put her skills to use again, she signed up with the new unit and see what fortune brings.

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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Long-limbed and willowy, Alyssa stands at just shy of 6'00" tall. She is very slim and has little body fat, adding to her elegant and graceful appearance. Most of her civilian clothing is in contrasting light and dark colours, with crisp white being a common theme. Her voice is rich, cultured and well-spoken, with a musical laugh, and a powerful singing voice.
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[b]Inventory: [/b]
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[*]High-end PADD, with personalised case and software loaded for signal encryption/decryption, mapping and associated recon-related tasks.
[*]Multi-channel radio headset with noise-cancelling headphones and mic
[*]Folding lock-knife
[*]Compact semi-automatic pistol with engraved mother-of-pearl handgrips
[*]Compact [url=http://orig03.deviantart.net/40fc/f/2013/098/d/7/ocelot_by_shockwave9001-d60xn7g.jpg]PDW[/url] with attached laser aiming unit
[*]Magnifying digital binoculars
[*]Pilots' suit and associated load-carrying harnesses
[*]Pilots' helmet with personal design painted on
[*]Usually has a folding mirror, makeup kit, and hairbrush on her at all times too
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[i]Other:[/i]
"Don't confuse elegance for snobbery, darling..."
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[hider=Zaruga 'Cyclops']

[b]Name:[/b] ACS-3J Zaruga "Cyclops" Recon Variant
[b]Manufacturer:[/b] Cradle Dynamics
[b]Height:[/b] 4.1 meters
[b]Weight:[/b]  5230 kg
[b]Armor: [/b] 20 mm durasteel alloy
[b]Speed (Walk):[/b] 65 kph
[b]Speed (Skate):[/b] 91.6 kph
[b]Sensor range:[/b] 5 km
[b]Communication range:[/b] 25 km
[b]Operating range: [/b]600 km
[b]Weight:[/b] 2
[b]Power:[/b] 3

[b]Armaments:[/b]
[list]
[*]1 x Head-mounted 7.62mm Minigun in fixed-forward mount on left side of head. Ammo internally mounted in drum on right side of head
[*]1 x 25mm 'carbine' autocannon rifle (short-barelled version)
[*]1 x select-feed 40mm automatic grenade launcher (frag/smoke/armour-piercing) on right shoulder mount
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[b]Subsystems:[/b]
[list]
[*]Signal Intercept (SIGINT) systems tied into comms system
[*]Seismic Tap mounted on left forearm (for detection of other FRAMEs or other ground movement)
[*]Long-range, high-definition radar system on extendible mount on left shoulder (to peek above surrounding terrain from cover, can take a 'snapshot' of the area to get a good recon picture of battlefield movements).
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