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[/b][/h3][sup][color=darkgray]Twenty-two[color=905A90] || [/color]Lyran Commonwealth Armed Forces[color=905A90] || [/color]Female[/color][/sup][/center]

[color=AB84AB][b]Physical Description[/b][/color]
[indent]She had intense smokey gray eyes, usually lined in charcoal and focused. There was a scar on her left cheek bone brushing back into her hairline from a spring release metal, a less focused time, usually covered with strands of her short ebony hair. She was average height with a toned build that supported slight curves beaten down with a strict training regime. Her skin was heavily tattooed; the dual moon cycles of Blackjack played down her spine starting at the respective Club and Spade tattooed behind her ears on her upper neck, devilish serpents that were equal parts Blackjack species and Christian nightmare fuel raced from her palm to curl behind her shoulder and other symbols that meant nothing in her new home. She wears short breathable orange fabric shorts and an equipment strap on her right thigh. She had a black sports bra with a lightweight ballistic fiber slip that covered her like a turtleneck that had been cut at the elbows.[/indent]

[color=AB84AB][b]Character History[/b][/color]
[indent]As the second Succession war came to a close, Blackjack’s industry and ore mining had all but crumbled. The mercenaries originally hired to protect the planet from raiders and Combine were suddenly out of work and those who had bled the resources dry had long sense moved on. The mercenaries seized the opportunity and utilized the pits from surface mining and catacombs; converting them into scrap heaps, containing a rare Mech part or two, but plenty of other things abandoned, stockpiled, scavenged, or pillaged. They took claim of the planet with loose leadership. It gained some notoriety for its mechanical industry, which was said to have once boasted quite the illicit modification trade. It was Aveline’s Grandfather who gained official recognition from the Lyran Commonwealth. The Blackjack School of Conflict, with its less than common training techniques, would be accepted if Blackjack excluded some of the more pirate inclined traders, but they also gained the trade and support of the Lyran Commonwealth. It was a prosperous move.

The planet did not maintain full stability, excluding even the ordeals of War. The piracy and underground trade had mostly been removed, or at least brushed further into hiding. Being so close to the periphery still seemed to bring in a fair share of unsavory individuals; but if Blackjack respected anything, it was privacy and a hard day’s work in the scrap fields. She had relished this about her home; the ability to be anonymous that she gave up entirely when coming here. On her home system of Blackjack she was nobility that could hide among the populous, but at Nagelring her nobility was enough for notice, but not enough for respect.

Aveline Lott and her siblings had begun training young with BattleMechs, but they had also learned much in the catacombs. It was a unique underbelly that she explored searching for the legendary MechTech the elderly bragged about storing away. Instead they picked up occasional mechanical and life lessons. It was no surprise that all of the children were equipped enough to make it into the Blackjack School of Conflict. She thrived there. The school’s respect system was heavily based on skill, with much less focus on birth and status. Unfortunately her family was not in possession of multiple BattleMechs. A deal was made with a longtime family friend that a Mech would be supplied as long as Aveline was accepted and graduated from Nagelring. 

The acceptance into the school was difficult, but the acceptance within school was baffling. She was raised in a family extremely conducive to becoming a Mech pilot, in such a sense that she had never considered anything else. Both of her parents were praised pilots. Her mother continued by teaching at the BJSC. While her father’s inclinations have long since moved towards leadership over battle, his skill was undisputed. So in this she was naturally inclined and was highly recognized for her skill. What she lacked was the grooming and etiquette and title that she simply couldn’t excel in. While her parents passed on a grasp of politics, they were more geared to periphery space issues. This left her physically and mentally prepared for battle, but not for the social atmosphere of Nagelring. So, most of the friends she has made came to her out of curiosity, not camaraderie, and there were a sad handful that respected her skill enough for passing pleasantries.[/indent]

[color=AB84AB][b]Psychological Profile[/b][/color]
[indent]She is not socially inclined in the sense that the Nagelring expects, though on her home planet she would never have been referred to as an introvert.  Since coming to the Nagelring she has withdrawn into herself, often over compensating for a lack of social refinement with a fierce and distant attitude. She still nourishes the belief she can prove herself through the same means as she did at home, through skill, and it drives her to put all her energy into aspects of training. Even in her senior year this has gained her few, if any, friends. She has a suspicion of friendships, motivated by wavering confidence. Her most driving goal would probably be acknowledgment, though she has convinced herself the majority of people surrounding her are not vetted enough to provide a worthwhile compliment anyways.

What she lacks in social skills she makes up battle skill, bred and nourished.  Much of her interaction is forceful, her tone and attitude blunt. In slow moving or tedious situations she has a tendency to grow frustrated or anxious. She loves a challenge and has sought them out, improving her skill along the way. With the bred and nourished battle attitude also came an acceptance of loss. She is not the “get everyone out alive” type, but leans more towards an understanding of expected and accepted losses.[/indent]

[color=AB84AB][b]Skills[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]More competent in dodge, flank and attack techniques. Scouting.[*]Good acclimation rate to various BattleMech and scenarios, quick learner, reads terrain.[*]Shows very little outward fear, doesn't have the luxury to fall behind in competitive scenarios. Remains steadily at the head of the class.[*]Training in Outer Space Survival/Salvager (repair, salvage, lay low, steal to survive, basic med training).[/list][/indent]

[color=AB84AB][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Cooling Vest[*]Neurohelmet[*]Mauser & Grey Automatic Handgun[*]metal wire[*]knife[*]rope[*]mech tools (repair, scavenging, basic parts: stored in Mech)[*]survival kit (stored in Mech)[/list][/indent]

[color=AB84AB][b]Battlemech[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]PXH-1b "Special" 
    Referred to as the Phoenix Hawk "Special," the 1b was introduced in 2760 for the Star League's Royal units. It utilized an XL Engine as well as Endo Steel for its chassis, which allowed the designers to upgrade its weaponry. The pistol-like laser was upgraded to an ER PPC, while a swivel-mounted ER Large Laser found its way onto the right torso. Replacing the ten standard heat sinks with Double heat sinks kept these high-heat weapons from overwhelming the 'Mech. A Guardian ECM Suite in the center torso improved the 1b's defense, while moving the machine gun ammunition to the left torso and adding CASE virtually ensured that the MechWarrior would survive an ammunition explosion.[/list][/indent]
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